Antiquated renaissance
There are no moments
hindered by darkness
While the sacred temple
whispers her muse
Abrading
within the compass
of time
Silence stills
among the ethereal visionaries
Enouncing within itself
a quintessential beauteousness
As the Goddesses of all creation
awakens
Moon dancing
with the diaphanous crescent pearl
Dawning her magnificence
as a celestial jewel
Her bequeathing fortress is
a gifting treasury
Rebirthing her presence
among the shadow’s quill
Where the ensoulments
of her eternal love
echo
She cascades
her beauty
as a creedence
of truth…
~Vickie
IMAGE: this was my view of the sunrise this morning <3
Loved this take on the Sunrise very much. Although I too write much on the Sun dance and its great power on mankind but with this my sunrise looks pale, as if it is not too sure if to be or not to be! yours is more forthcoming!with a more powerful vocabulary!!and images too roseline
Duh! Stupid me. It wasn't until I had read the last line about the image that I realized this deity you are talking about in such glowing terms was the morning sun.
As result, you are all the more brilliant.
Ron
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on January 27, 2014
The sun awakens All and your poetry shines on are days!
Your quill is so light for being a goddess of alchemical scribe and copper smith with assured credibility....wine and bread before consecration turns into a tailored sammy adams and wheat wafers while the twin flame flickers with eternal truth...yours & mine that melded long ago into heartwarming design holistic & liturgically defined 'Creedence of Truth'...
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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You have a way with words Victoria that transcends belief.
Peter
Fee
Regis
Love ya!
Jane
As result, you are all the more brilliant.
Ron
Always,
Deborah
and my dear Victoria, there are no truths as lovely as your pen and thy heart.
"Rebirthing her presence
among the shadow’s quill"
That is poetry, plain and simple.
Yoursxoxo