Sunday, March 17, 2019

Lucky




Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 47


Luck is a wild bird that no one ever sees up in the sky
she is allusive like a magician's hands
and faster than a buzzing fly

Some say they have seen her just before rolled dice have passed
while others have heard her flapping wings
just after a near-miss crash

Everyone wants to get a glimpse  and hold her within their grasp
but none can truly catch her unless in that split second
she is surely their's to have.


Note:
I just wrote a poem about something I have little belief in.  Yes one may have some luck at cards and dice games, but as far as the bigger things in life, I believe in blessings.  Some may say I am lucky to be alive.  I have out lived in years most of my cousins, some second cousin, my brother, and my Mom.  What I think is this; we are lucky to have guardian angels, and those angels sometimes give us second chances in this life.  God has blessed me with more time.  May I use it wisely.  That is my ultimate wish and prayer.

Saturday, March 2, 2019

Wings of Love

"Be Free" by Magic Love Crow
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Linking with The Sunday Muse for the Muse # 45

Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict. ~Rabindranath Tagore


Freedom has wings that are feathered in hope
They open wide and embrace all that could and will be
Courage has wings that are feathered in strength
They soar straight into the flames no matter the cost
Love has wings that are feathered in grace
They softly caress all they hold dear
But will gladly let go for another's true freedom.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019

Saturday, February 23, 2019

Planted in Belonging

"Ireland" by Emily Soto, fashion photographer


Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 44 and Imaginary Gardens for Season Your Poetry brought to us byToni
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In search of my mother's garden, I found my own. ~Alice Walker



Running, and searching hard, can be like reaching out to touch the farthest thing with eyes closed tight. It is hard to make progress in a state of chaos and that is what you get when you are running too fast looking for something you have never seen.  The rare and evasive flower of certainty. 
For rare flowers cannot be picked
Nor seen from afar
They must be appreciated
Up close
We all want to thrive
Where we stand
That takes a certain peace
In knowing where we belong
A purpose that is our own to hold
Like a flower seeded by love
in it's perfect season
Meant for us alone
The shoes I fill are not my mothers
She had her own steps to take
The place I call home
Is not my grandmother’s house
But the seeds they both planted
Are the nectar that runs through my veins
I am a bloom in a garden of many
yet at times I get lost looking for a mirror image
In the horizon of who I am
I wander far only to find
I grow best planted in belonging

right where I am.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019





Monday, December 31, 2018

What the Future Holds

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Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 36
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It is said that the present is pregnant with the future.  ~Voltaire


I have been lost on this journey more times than I could count
Wandering aimlessly hoping certainty will be found
I hope it is up ahead, just passed the next closest ridge
But I cautiously stay where I am trying to see it from this bridge
What is ahead?  I ask myself again and again
Hoping for no heartache wanting time to be my friend
But life provides no assurance that loss will not come my way
And certainty is a mirage that never truly shows its face
Now another year is over, and another will come to call
And I look into the future like a gypsy and a crystal ball
Maybe I need a compass to direct me to northern skies
And remind me it is now that should fill my wandering eyes
For yesterday is gone, and tomorrow is beyond my grasp

So may I learn to focus on the now, and abundantly live the life I have.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019

Monday, December 17, 2018

A Beautiful Connection

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Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 34





If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.

~Mother Teresa


We are connected each heart and every soul
From strangers in passing to dear friends that we know
Stardust and molecules sweat and true tears
We all know yearning and we all learn fear
Grief and sickness touches us who live and breathe
No matter the status no matter our creed
We all hold love be it mighty or weak
We want to be valued and be heard when we speak
We are mirror reflections through heaven’s clear view
may our eyes learn to see the connection between me and you.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

The Skin's Autobiography


Linking with Beautiful Freaks Fest 2 Hosted by the lovely Magaly, Emma, and Rommy
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You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you'll discover will be wonderful. What you'll discover is yourself. ~Alan Alda




I have learned to live here in this imperfect place

of gravel roads and dry spells

the curves of each continent 

have shifted and grown

in a sea of uncertainty

and they
serve as a reminder
that time etches away and in turn also gives back
winds of many seasons have blown through
leaving only silken curtains of grey
and eyes that view the world
 with a blurry yet perceptive focus
but let me be clear
I am comfortable here
 naked or in armor
it is all i have known and the practice 
of perseverance in shielding and truly letting go
have given me calluses in all the right places
I am tat-tooed in grace and scarred with lesson's travels
that tell stories my lips never will.


©Carrie Van Horn 2019

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Something More


Linking with Imaginary Gardens for the Tuesday Platform (a day late) Also linking with Poets United for Midweek Motif ~ Lust and lastly linking with The Sunday Muse.
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One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star. ~G.K. Chesterton



There is a distant land where there have been many wars
some lasted years with no blood shed 
but still many casualties
others were brief like cut carnations  
on a hot July afternoon
new places have erected in its midst
ones of love that are
bigger than skyscrapers
others are forgotten
but they still stand  
and around some corners 
there is an unrest
a fear that rises
but there is also a hope
that prevails it
regret has been named there
but it has no built monument
for every conflict and mistake
has planted all the beautiful gardens 
that surround the inner city
my prayer is that there will be
a lust for change
a longing for something
greater
a higher power
the ego is a lonely place
when it stands truly alone
it was meant for more
it is a church with stained glass windows
and
that is no place
for empty pews.


©Carrie Van Horn 2019