Monarca Rising

Category: poetry

  • Monarca

    Monarca by Carmen H Gray Soft, soft I hear Buzzing silence Proboscis unfurls Tiny insect feet Stepping gently On the pads of my fingers She is changed And I am pleased To witness her

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  • One of These Days

    by Carmen H Gray One of these days I’ll get it right I’ll learn to lean into the lightness of the wind And I’ll borrow a song from the sea I’ll set all sadness aside and I’ll mend The hollowed out grief inside of me One of these days I’ll not care one bit I’ll…

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  • Half Moon

    Half Moon by Carmen H Gray Today, as I leaned down into the ground Connecting to the floor with the right hand and foot While lifting the other half of myself skyward Gravity pulled drops of sweat down To puddle together near my right fingertips I was invited to remember How two opposing energies Generate…

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  • Today

    Arms and legs suspended like drapery Today I imagined my heart split open and a bouquet of flowers Burst forth While I lingered in the tender vines I surrendered to time And all of the entanglements it demands Leaves fall when they are ready To give the ground a soft landing For a well worn…

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  • What Lies Inside

    What Lies Inside by Carmen H Gray What stirs her Only the burs that stick inside the lace lined white socks Oh the flutterings of the old, burned burrows Drawn in the straw colored grass, they come out Reeling from thorns that are still sharp Yet certain steps retrace forgotten paths Altering the trajectory of…

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  • Courageous

    Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.” ― Lucius Annaeus Seneca An act of courage is as unnoticeable as breathing (to the outside observer) When you’ve kept everything stored up for a potential moment That has yet to materialize It is the unfurling of a leaf The action directly following an extended pause…

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  • Suspended

    For it’s our grief that gives us our gratitude, Shows us how to find hope, if we ever lose it. So ensure that this ache wasn’t endured in vain: Do not ignore the pain. Give it purpose. Use it. -Amanda Gorman Suspended by Carmen H Gray Fold yourself gently into it, my love Suspension is…

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  • The Ancients

    by Carmen H Gray Time passes it is a path of fallen petals strewn across soundlessly, like dew drops upon fresh blades of grass they are just as temporal each petal holds a moment whereby a day was lived, gladly or sadly depending on the circumstances they disintegrate softly curling inward becoming part of the…

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  • hands

    hands by Carmen H Gray the ice was crisp and forming on the leaves of my plants i had tended i knew each leaf, each flower i could almost feel their cells, filling with tiny shards of ice cutting them open and destroying plant tissue which made me grieve their deaths but it wasn’t until…

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  • The Healing House

    “Before you can hear, much less follow, the voice of your soul, you have to win back your body. You have to go on a pilgrimage beneath the skin.” ―Meggan Watterson, Reveal The Healing House by Carmen H Gray one day they may come back to you have your prepared yourself anew? have you gone…

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