nature enthralls us
its beauty elicits awe
the heart is captured
Tag: beauty
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.
Creating Beauty
Redux
You’re
my muse,
Universe.
Awe-inspiring!
Hoping to create some noetic poems.
Mighty
hail to her glory
the enlightened reigns supreme
her majesty blinds
Cover
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
Pareidolia
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #107
we crave to recognize
to bring familiarity to randomness
making fiction into fact
a white fluffy elephant
two lovers perhaps
then a man in a cowboy hat
today it’s the kingdom of god
clouds are muses
Splendor
The spacious and open landscape beckons me from my room; blue 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.
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