Soft words upon an ear, Gentle arms wrapped round. Wandering eyes filled with love, Bubbling coo and giggling toes. Hidden depths beneath our skin, Holds thrumming hearts intertwining. Bonds that form will never break, As love blossoms stronger than fate or fear. A mother breathes while giving birth to new life, And holds within her … More Mother
Cry upon the mount with me, That we may water first seeds with our tears. Let us cleanse the pain from our bodies, As we grieve loss and birth of life. Be wrapped in the comfort of an easterly wind, And feel the world turn about us. Rejoice in our mortality, As our bones sing … More Cry Upon the Mount
As a blossom grows, Fall with me into this love, Vibrance starts with one. -M.E. InkOwl
What lovely gift is this? Nature’s bouquet waiting to be admired. So I, with good will, do pause to still my coursing mind and breathe in a moment. Feeling grounded round the roots of this tree, between its reaching limbs, and upon white pedals of its bloom. -M.E. InkOwl
Give me this bit of earth, That I may grow my hopes and dreams. I do not ask for the world, To be placed selfishly upon my lap. Just a space where I may take root and grow, Beneath heaven and upon rich soil and stone. Let me take a bit of earth, And create … More A Bit of Earth
Come find me where I’ve dated to tread, Beyond the end of each winding road. I have stepped of each carefully laid step, And now venture onto a dirt path. Life contain now stretches on, Begging me to explore. I can no long walk here, Shackled to a story that is no longer my own. … More Come Find Me Where I Tread
Berate not these budding things, That do not have eyes to see or ears to hear your nonsensical notions. Remember that small minds speak loudest in fear, And that wisdom comes to those who lay at the foot of the mount and listen. Our world is calling to us, Can you hear her familiar thrums? … More Learning from Without
Farewell to winter, Let your arms forget my touch, Welcome yellow hues. -M.E. InkOwl
Write. Drag pen across paper, Decisively mark a first step, Onto an empty road. Breathe in a moment, Feel what is, And do what comes naturally. Write. As the world sighs beyond that open window. Write. As line of flame dancing up a dry twig’s back. Write. As moths flutter above your flickering light of … More Write From Within
Oh to be free as a floating wisp of cloud, Not bothered by the fears of man. Creating all that is and can be, With delicate trails and shifting bodies. Oh to be a cloud, Drifting around an endless azure dome. -M.E. InkOwl
