Monarca Rising

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  • From A Dream

    “A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”-Oscar Wilde From A Dream by Carmen H Gray You and I, we made such vagaries of the mind We called ourselves by unrelated names And wandered into an…

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  • Dark Night

                                                         Art & Poem by Carmen H Gray I wrote the poem below 25 years ago. Found it today rummaging through old things this morning and it inspired a self-portrait.…

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  • Sundays in Autumn

    art and poetry by Carmen H Gray Sundays in Autumn Sundays in Autumn are alive In and amongst the decay The burnished rust revealing That even an exquisite crown Moves from its gilded beginnings To evidence of archaic vulnerable venerability All this I see with a deep inhale and an exhilarating sigh That great oak,…

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  • Autumn

    Art and Poetry by Carmen H Gray Autumn The clouds opened up in October Fay beings in my garden All of the old souls summoned from the cold, misty northlands Landing hither and thither On that one flower that overshadows me It grew from seed, you never know what will happen When you send seeds…

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  • Thou Art This

    art and poem by Carmen H Gray   Tenderly she rivers the night sky With petals in place of feathers She moves in body and soul All strings and stars expanding Impermeable and eternal Creation cradled to heart Beating softly in the enveloped song of Humanity They are vast as the sky together Wider than…

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  • In The Garden of The Heart

    “A fractal is a way of seeing infinity”-Benoit Mandelbrot In The Garden of the Heart by Carmen H Gray I heard the soft sound of those delicate chimes And suddenly I was there Those warm springtimes Walking, walking in my garden fair The rosemary sticky with its scent The artemesia silvery and light No plant…

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  • My Son

    Your Journey with Me by Carmen H Gray When you were growing inside me, your Great Grandmother and Great Grandfather both left this world on the same day. I witnessed my mother’s mother’s exit, standing close to her and holding her hand. I looked into her fearful eyes and I said in my mind, “Let go, all…

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  • Zen and The Art of Survivor Maintenance

    PET Scan by Carmen H Gray Whirring noises are the sounds of birds in flight The cold air a misty San Francisco morning in the depths of summer Prayers whispered to Whoever while my hand touches the soft fuzz of her delicate hair Delicate shell, the inverse of Her being, Her soul, Her unconquerable spirit…

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  • The C-Word Revisited November 23, 2014 8:28 p.m.

    in the beginning

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