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  • My seas disturbed, my ship is tossed upon confusion’s waves
    Darkness rules the lonely vessel, from empty stern to broken bow
    Suddenly a vision of briliant light, she dances on the horiz’n
    Lighting up my darkened heart within, alighting on my shipwrecked soul

    Like a mysterious sea-bird she’s silhoutted ‘gainst skies so amber-red
    Such beauty I’ve never known before, nor e’er have prior seen
    Brilliant colors light up the shadows, revealing a delicate beauty
    As she dances, with arms stretched out, her wings so light, transluscently aglow
  • My heart fills up, my soul boat feeling like it is finally found
    I reach out to capture this precious beauty, with desperate nets of wonder
    In the moment that I reach out I fear that I have lost her beauty forever
    As she dances away from my heart and soul into the night’s far distance.

    My muse she soon becomes – surprise! - and ever does remain
    As she dances through the darkness of many lost-soul nights
    Another Life Lesson learned and burned, into my troubled psyche
    That nothing’s ever lost; transformed and never seems the same
  • She comes to me now in the depths of sweet dream reveries
    She whispers dark secrets, oh so breathily, dancing lightly through my soul
    I listen and I revel in the precious gifts she brings me nightly
    Not trying, now, to capture her, I gaze with thankful wonder
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    First Picture is this week’s Photo Prompt on “Cowbirders Poetry and Flash Fiction Group #7”. Special thanks to Allie Freelove for providing spot on feedback on my first posted draft of this poem which helped me to see it in its true light. I might also mention that participation in this group has been an amazing support and learning process for me, as I have made a return to writing poetry for the first time in nearly 30 years just recently. I honestly thought my poetic days were behind me, but apparently, there’s still a verse or two my muse will have me pen! I’m loving it.
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