poetry
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I paused and lit a candle. Meetings over, Emails done, Groceries unpacked, Head thoughts in a variety of places Cup of tea made And in the cool grey of the cloudy afternoon light I walked slowly to the bookshelf Took out a tea light A new one. My fingers opened the matchbox Selected a match. …
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I got to the Coffee shop After a walk that included more work chat. Sitting down. I Open the blank lined page Green tea poured. Red pen chosen. Ready. Tired. But ready, The page. Blank. Inviting. Alive with possibility. Daunting with expectancy. Weary limbs picking up the pen. Mind unsure. Facing the unknowingness of what…
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Come take a walk with me, Walk through my suffering, Walk through my quiet silencing, Walk with me, and share my story Walk with me, so I get to talk too Hand in hand, Soul by Soul. Come take a walk with me Walk with me as I show my workings, Walk with me as…
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I’ve read too many words, To be able to say something new, Or something original. Yet what I can do, Is continue, The soul language, From the dawning of time. That radiates through, All of life, And All of words. The divine thread, To continue it’s invisible presence, From all the souls before me, To…
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Hidden from sight, The bird shared its song. Melody of wonderment, Melody of presence, Delight sharing in Sound alone. I couldnt see (the bird) It was only heard. Presence hidden, Shrouded, Behind the greenery of a summer filled tree Hiding itself, Came natures voice. I wanted to see, I wanted to know What is your…
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There is within each of us the ache of aloneness. An aloneness borne from our uniqueness of experience, for there is no one whose footsteps have graced the world in the ways our own have. Childhoods filled with the complexity of unmet expectations, of abandonment, of navigating more than relaxing, even in a more secure…
James Ballantyne 