Showing posts with label Victoria Pettella. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Victoria Pettella. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 9, 2022

Counterpoint

 


Counterpoint


The others they talk

oh, they chatter

so much, so much 

to tame

their fear


In my cocoon

I may seem trapped

but I merely seek shelter

to listen to the voices of birds

spin their magic songlines

and the shrieks of ravens

in my Eden

shrieks that rip open my

oldest scars


The moon knows my every scar

and she has turned them into poetry


flutter flutter

go my wings

in the gossamer spinning

of the muses in my head

Euterpe and Erato

my very own muses


They like to dance

until the moon gives way

and they, like dust motes

in a pathway of moonlight,

finally unwind

in the swaying cradle

of my poem.



Artwork by Victoria Pettella

Saturday, March 7, 2020

The Memory Stone



The Bird whispered to the Stone
The Stone whispered to the Earth
The Earth whispered to my Heart
My Heart sang out to the Universe

The Universe kissed the Stars
The Stars weaved a spell around the Moon
The Moon took a poem into the Sun
The Sun sparked the sky.... and they both bloomed

The Sky flew down to the Trees
The Tree whispered to the branch
The branch let go of the Leaves
The Leaves all fell into my Hands..

I shall never be alone again
The Spark of Earth is the dust and sand
Swirling up into the Winds
Bringing me back Home Again...

Nature is a Prayer of Peace
My tears have gone
My Soul released
I am like the bird flying so high
Carrying a Stone in the After-life

When I am ready the stone will Fall
Back into the Forest's Arms
A Bird will find the Breath of my Poem
waiting inside............. like flesh and bones

A Mist will rise up from the Stone
Whispering the Memory of my Prose....
Blackbirds will cry and sing my Song
Like the Earth ..life will carry on

Seeds will grow... and bloom and bend
The Trees will rise without End
Whenever you find a Memory Stone
laying in the Forest ...........all alone
Hold it to your heart........... and Listen close
You will hear the sound ........of my Soul

Know it is me Flying Home.
Know it is me Flying Home
Know it is me Flying Home..

I am Home.

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Poem
The Memory Stone 
and Image 
by 
Victoria Pettella