March 17, 2016 by Ravyne Hawke

small stones – March 17, 2016

Praising

“Renewed” Haibun

And so I do this. Strip off the layers of filth that clog my pores each and every day from the hatred, bigotry and self-righteous indignation. I take brush in hand and scrub and scrub until I bleed. Rub myself raw to give back to the Earth each cell of my being. Wrap myself in cold water, a shock back to reality. I am not the master here. I am merely Earth’s servant. As each lie I tell myself washes down the drain, I become renewed, rejuvenated and memory resurfaces. I am peace. I am love. I am.

from this earth I came
a babe of ignorant shame
to earth I return

to earth I return
renewed, rejuvenated
peaceful lamb once more

March 2, 2016 by Ravyne Hawke

snippets: how warm and cold supper can be

Beautifully penned. A sweet poem about love, relationships, and food.
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March 1, 2016 by Ravyne Hawke

small stones – March 1, 2016

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as warmth returns
and Spring awakens
I am reminded:
check your seeds

Will I be planting
seeds of compassion
love and kindness
or seeds of hate
deceit and ignorance?

which garden
do I wish to grow?
what nourishment
do I hope to reap?

February 23, 2016 by Ravyne Hawke

small stones – February 23, 2016

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art credit: Traveler @ Zerochan.net

This life is a lay-over
a brief stop in eternity
a chance to love
meet and share
not long, lingering
a mere blip
in a spiritual journey
of the soul

February 5, 2016 by Ravyne Hawke

Faerie Departures

An ethereal telling of sibling love…
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February 1, 2016 by Ravyne Hawke

A Moment Too Late

Powerful poem about lost opportunities – amazing vivid images in this piece.
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I loved you
out of possibility,
out of chance
and uncoordination.

We crashed
a moment too late,
so “what ifs?”
became “should haves”
before we felt the stop,
the heart-pounding end
of the accident of us.

It’s the “too late”
that gets us,
that breathes doubts
and desires
into our lungs,
and it’s the possibility
that knocks
ten thousand cracks
into our skin,
into the facades
we so carefully crafted.

We were only
“could have been”
and that’s what kills us
every time.

~Patience

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January 22, 2016 by Ravyne Hawke

The Halls Are Empty

Powerful, raw, the heartache of lost love so well expressed.
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The caverns and hallways
are empty,
voided and denied,
desolate in their vastness.

I stepped,
walked through the shards
of worlds trapped
below the floor,
and I searched
for your hands,
for that embrace
shaped like summer streets,
like ocean walkways
and backway piers.

I tested out new paths,
different roads and boulevards,
but none felt like home,
like those ten minute storms
and that late night laughter
swelling in your lungs,
bursting from lips,
the ones that devoured me
with every kiss,
every breath
gliding against my skin.

None looked with
your eyes,
your heat,
your hands.
None saw
the way you saw,
the way you’ve always
seen me.

Without you,
I’m left with
open,
agonizing
empty.

~Patience

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