Shuddering the frosty manacles
of slumber, depths untold
fleet from my meditations
and I am beholden by the prospect
of gilded rays, sunlight breaking
across the parapets and treelines,
with shimmering green telling fables
of flightly residents to thought,
and I breathe
The cool crisp air of winters divide,
filling my bronze lungs, more primitive
than fire or wine; it fulfills my wanton
whimsy for enlightenment, and so I,
with draconian sole, walk the scattered entirety
of a new world borne on firefly wings,
and I dream
Awareness inside impression sometimes bursts as it permeates, in a way that no other awareness does. A magnificent painting, here.
All the very best,
Alexandra*
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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All the very best,
Alexandra*