Beyond the Ridge

 

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 132

Hosted this week by the brilliant & amazing poet Chrissa!

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Besides the autumn poets sing,
      A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze...
~Emily Dickinson

 

Autumn speaks change

Through falling leaves on wind's sad song

Crackling with colors warm and bold

It is an ironic chorus

Of holding on and letting go

The trees shed their clothes

For all to see

We bundle up with coats and scarves

then it calls to us in a whispered plea

Come closer my dear

Climb into my embrace

It is a welcoming that reaches deep

And we follow with hopeful feet

Longing for something great beyond the ridge.

 

 

 

Every Song is my Mother's Arms

"The weight of groans" Photography by Julie de Waroquier

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My voice used to carry all the high notes as strong

As the memories that songs hold now

On young ears music was an escape

Wings that brushed past heavy doors

Where longing and hopes were louder

than the silences that first tried to hold them down

rich lyrics of what living was or could be

rolled across my tongue

whispered words of wisdom

asked, oh mirror in the sky what is love?

Then learning how to live

Became a heavy lesson

that filled my thoughts

like an orchestra’s echo fills an empty room

you see with time

 older ears learn to hear all the sounds

that silence cannot take away

the memory of waiting rooms

and bad news

linger in the heart

all songs become part of a menagerie

that remind me of what is lost

and of why I struggle letting go

for every song is my mother's arms

And all I cannot hold.

Note:  I know this is an overly sad poem, and probably is a bit exaggerated, but it still holds truth in my heart.  Over the years, I have found that music reminds me so much of people I have lost, and hard times I have gone through that it is just something my heart struggles with.  Music is a reminder and it stirs old feelings just enough to cause me pain.  So much so that sometimes I just have to turn the radio off. That being said, I still do reach out and turn it back on eventually.

Wings of Love

"Be Free" by Magic Love Crow

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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