Redemption ~ #poetry

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As her eyes reflect, the azure sky

And time just seems to tumble by

She’s still a child, so full of wonder

That no man, ever, shall put asunder

Let her breathe, inhale the land

Reaching up, to the heavens, grand

Watching, as the clouds roam free

Then disappear beyond the tree

She sighs, at the beauty, shown above

And marvels, at the cooing, of a dove

She prays for man, may he find kindness

That God remove, his human blindness

And let him see, what she does see

Her Heaven, this, she knows to be

As through the day, she lives her dreams

For her God knows, it is she, he’ll redeem

 

Author’s Note: This picture was drawn by 13 year old Alison Raines. She is spreading her wings with her artwork, and I am thrilled to have the honor of putting words to it. I hope I did her justice. Thank you, Ali, for allowing me to use your drawing. ❤

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Artwork ©2018 Alison Raines – All Rights Reserved – Used with Permission (from her mom, too)

Mission to Mars ~ #poetry #MarchWriting

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A heated rock and the sun embrace

This humanoid, now lost in space

A species unlike any we’ve seen

Alien, to our lush, verdant green

He walks about, watching fires blaze

Comets flying, in clouds, filled with haze

The ground explodes, with violent screams

As lava flows, in mysterious streams

Restless, as quakes erupt, shoot stars

He’s a stowaway, from Earth’s mission, to Mars

 

 

March Writing Prompt:  Mission to Mars – Day 26/31

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Flight

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Hello all!, I’d like to introduce you to my dear friend, John. John writes short stories and poetry. I am honored to be his muse for the poem below. Please enjoy, and kindly hit that follow button to welcome John to an awesome community! Thank you!!

johnfreda's avatarThe Magic Shop

She types, she flies.

Boxed in, blinders on.

Automatic responses, with no soul.

A fear of dreams.

Oblivious potential.

The masses stay grounded.

Their visions of magic never performed.

Some reveal themselves.

Let their voice be felt.

An escape from the norm.

Passion feeds the creation.

And of the one who types, her words take her to limitless heights.

Most stay put within the grind, their creative breath held within.

But the Night Owl soars above us, her soul on an endless flight of wonder.

For D.D.

Thank you.

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Silent Sunday ~ Snoozin’ – #myphotography

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Tiny Swallow ~ #poetry

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Tiny swallow, spring has sprung

Winter says goodbye to thee

Flying high, above the leaves

Taking in, all you can see

Call to those who know you

And those you’ve yet to meet

Tiny swallow, spread your wings

Glide on sunbeams, fast and fleet

 

The Daily Post: Swallow

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