Poetry ~ Creation

we live in a constant state of creation
spiritually, emotionally, physically
forever expanding the universe
with the simple stroke of an
ink pen or paint brush
with the utterance
of every word
the singing 
of a song
the look
in our
eyes

Poetry ~ A Calamity of Chaos

It was a beautiful thing to witness
the swirling of the world into a new
beginning

No one suspected its arrival
No one was prepared,
save the knowers ~
too few

Not even the
believers expected the horror
of it all

‘Twas the dreamers
the artists, poets, storytellers
those with vivid imaginations
who smiled as they looked on

as one world ended
and other began

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Poetry ~ Mistress of the Realm

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Art by Sue Viseth

Mistress of the Realm

I am the one who hangs the moon
and shifts the seas and sand.
I place the stars upon the sky,
they ‘light’ at my command.

I create the ‘other-worlds’
with mountains stretching tall
and deep upon the ocean floor
my mermaids come to call.

I fly upon the dragon’s back
breathing fire through the air
and land beyond my castle moor
~ enter if you dare!

I scatter seeds upon the ground
where forests grow anew.
I stretch and twist ~ distort my world
to suit my point of view.

I strike my wand upon my throne
and cast the tyrants out
one by one or all at once
their bones are tossed about.

And if by chance I have regrets
and wither from my plight
I conjure up a magic spell
and burn the cauldron bright!

I am the mistress of my realm
beyond this earthly sphere
a land of myth and magic
in which I disappear.