Lorraine Lewis

ETERNITY BURSTS OUT

Garden
You once held time
Under the willow tree
But now eternity bursts out
Singing 

BROKEN SONGS

Broken songs shiver
In the winter’s cold waiting 
Soon the ice will melt

WINTER’S  BEAUTY

Branches
Bare now naked
Stark in winter’s beauty
In vulnerability point
Skywards 

A TEAR

On the ground a tear
Glistens bright in the darkness
Love living in grief 

ECSTASY

Whispers
Catching in hair
Wild and wanton fire burns
In ecstasy we cry as one
Spellbound 

LAST ROSE

Last rose
I watch you die
As your incense rises
On scented wind you live again
Sighing

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My name is Lorraine Lewis. I have always written poetry but began to write more in earnest following having serious advanced blood cancer and going blind and becoming wheelchair-bound. I greatly enjoy experimenting with different forms of poetry, preferring shorter forms. 

Lorraine’s work was originally featured in 2020 – March 27 & December 18, and published in The Sound of Brilliance. This year, she was also featured on June 3.

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Nestled

Redux

There you are, hidden in the magic. 

The mystery of personhood waiting to evolve. 

Wishing to be found, but stuck deep within. 

Fear shutters the essence of being so much of the time. 

It takes courage to push off the debilitating, oppressive hand of inadequacy. 

Defeat gives us rage to rise up and out. 

Or not. 

Show our true selves or remain comfortably nestled within?

Originally published July 18, 2018 on I Write Her.

Peace

Redux

My surroundings easily force me to breathe in the tranquility.

I’m seduced to engage with a nature free from annoyance.

My being is in harmony with the world.

Shhhhh listen to the quiet, you can hear it.

It’s like being gently enveloped by the serene.

All the memories of conflicts dissipate.

Bliss and colors are magnified to a brilliant degree.

All my senses breathe it in deep into the interior of my soul.

And then, I exhale contentment.

Originally published 7/17/2018 on I Write Her.

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Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #208 – A Stolen Identity & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Shadows

lurking below in the shadows
under the peel of my body
realness
is sequestered

in a culture favoring the shallow
a non-wave making personality
us
being perfectly fitting puzzle pieces
molded into a society of sameness

sometimes i am ashamed to possess a stolen identity


Splendor

The spacious and open landscape beckons me from my roomblue skies and meandering roads await my presence. I say grace in my heathen way, and off I go. 

Whether in seeking out waves and salty air or the wind on the plains, or something else, it’s simple to understand why I yearn my freedom in these moments.

I get drunk and drowsy with it, yet also very clear about the privilege I seek. I’m forever grateful to Mother Nature for what I am granted.

And I am sincerely humbled by the grandeur she shares with me. She’s my healer.

Reblog – White Tulip by Murray Robertson

The beauty in this piece attracted me immediately. I hope you all enjoy it as well. 🙂

Murray Robertson (photography & poems)

White Tulip

   she sits
majestic
      in her
   loveliness

pure sunshine 
   on her face, 
pure beauty

   while broken
by fierce winds, 
   our mainsails
in such tatters,

we might miss
something so
   amazing 
it can change
      our game.
  show me
something vivid
   immutably
   beautiful, 

   her face 
      in the 
morning sun

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