
A frozen night
December grays and ice
A candle burns
Scrying ~ gazing ~ into flickering light
The mystical visions dance in my sight
The wax drips unwillfully
The night demands attention
The poetry moves in notions
They speak
Voices telling stories
Whispering ~ hear me
And I choose
I listen
A solid conduit
Of spirits that insist being heard
And in poetry they move
In verse their tales live
In sleep ~ I rest my head
The sun arises
Then, the ghosts go to bed
December grays and ice
A candle burns
Scrying ~ gazing ~ into flickering light
The mystical visions dance in my sight
The wax drips unwillfully
The night demands attention
The poetry moves in notions
They speak
Voices telling stories
Whispering ~ hear me
And I choose
I listen
A solid conduit
Of spirits that insist being heard
And in poetry they move
In verse their tales live
In sleep ~ I rest my head
The sun arises
Then, the ghosts go to bed
BJ
Very inspiring, Bonnie!
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Thank you Erija! Hope you’re have a great holiday!
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You are welcome and thank you. Busy (more with work than holidays…lol) but good 😊 Hope you are having a lovely time too, Bonnie!
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Yes, I have some health issues…. But, I won’t let them stop me…
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That is a wonderful attitude, Bonnie! I wish you all the best and hope that it is getting better soon!
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Hugs and hearts to you today
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💖💖💖
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