Woven Places
The Poetics of Words
Grow a green garden with pink and much blue. I think it resembles a letter from you. The poetics of words I love to invoke. A gift from the angels. A message they spoke. A breath taking vision, Especially to see. Rids us of horrors and shadows that be. Words so important. To breathe is to know. That when we can speak them. Our heaven will flow. Say words out loud, Their poetics, their feel. Hold them quite closely, So the rhythm is real. Open your eyes, your heart and your soul. The message of healing begins to unfold. Copyright © Susy Kamber
2024
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Vision
Trying to see through many things. Opened eyes are following. Sayers of dreams and nights despair. Which to choose. In each is fear. Undo the message that laces life. Lay down and breathe on this tonight. Awaken then to morning dew. The salient stir of life in view. I gather plants and dress their blooms. For those with fallen sorrow. Above their heads are dreams they said. For us, for all. Tomorrow. S. Kamber
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Woven Places
A woven depiction of sky and trees, many that came and passed by me. They held me steady, I wanted to fly. Between some golden threads nearby. Such dreams depict a swooping bird who now makes haste to feel his birth. The joy uplifts, a refrain becomes, a mix of earth and heaven song. Sing says the bird, flight with his wings. They now have touched what lies within. It opens far and separates, to feel the scar of what it takes. A man has thus to contemplate what woven dreams around create. S. Kamber
2024
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