Racing, racing I’m competing against time even though Clocks never challenged me to a duel I never watched watches, not until My head clicked, clicked away from Warmth It was held, this mind, like An eye in its hollow Covered, like dew in a meadow But I went blind and thought I could see right …
Tag: Poetry
The Separation of Time
If time is all that separates, then my feet pass over Your dreams Paved pathways in the present were naught but dirt until a thought turned Them into streets And we think in tenses, but History speaks, subtly leaving its marks like a ghost that haunts our lives Waking each moment, breathing its mysteries into …
Trees
Beams of gold-flecked light sift through the trees as if through a sieve Reflecting the hidden glow in my soul It pulses like a heart, a candle in the dark, as I Weave through this mysterious forest at the birth of dusk And I’m learning how to trust, forging a way through this dirt at …
I’m Waiting
Trust Me These words I urge are impressed on your chest but you Resist Now, I know you grapple with consistency and You know you don’t have to impress me but You run when failure rises in your face But this staring contest is not a race, not a trial to see who will fall …
Poetry
Poetry, it pulls on my spirit limbs Mystifying the natural and calling the child to wide open This plain becomes hills, rolling away Horizons stretch and dip this flesh in magic Awaken, awaken to the song whistling through the ranges Away, away out there, far but oh so near Let the enchantment turn your ear …
Grace
What if we embraced the ability to offer grace, To look at our own faces and see the maps that lead to hope Instead of the scars around our throats Closing them off like a void, depriving the world of our voice? What if we could learn to release the glory inside itching to be …
Beauty, Home and Storms: A Poetic Collection
Beauty in the Storm The hail dents the earth as the little one sleeps Light in the droplets turns the window into diamonds And I marvel at the beauty of the storms— How the thunder speaks rage and yet my heart can find peace How the babes know they’re safe because it’s always been that …
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Expansion: A Traveler’s Ruminations
Just a few days ago I was standing on the Hill of Tara near the city of Dublin. It was truly an incredible experience, a moment I will treasure always and a beauty that I will hold in my heart. From this place you can turn in a circle and see incredible vistas on every …
Through Darkness
Fingers slip between mine; they are rough and worn, scarred and torn But I cannot see For they begin to pull and lead me through a dark unknown This territory is grooved and winding, like the lines on this hand But I know this touch, I do; I know the promise of this …
Never Left
Like mist on a roaring night He came in through violent cries Soft, innocent, simple Like a snowflake on your cheek And yet he held Earth’s destiny in his tiny clenched fist Bright star, dispelling hopelessness, The promised King came forth in innocence Peace confronted violence And yet his love was brutal and his purpose …
Denica McCall 