Tag: nature

  • 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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  • Conversations with My Father

    by Carmen H Gray How do you have a conversation with your father when he isn’t quite himself? I’ve been learning to navigate this recently. Tonight I called him to check in on the state of things. He informed me that his sitter had been ensuring that he eats and drinks. He also gave high […]

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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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  • Truth Teller

    art & poem by Carmen H Gray   Harbinger of Truth Night Scout Spirit of the hidden realms You called out Before dayspring with its auspicious, tender light Caught me, heedless in my faraway flight Who? Who? You asked And I heard the question Though I found no origin Surrounding my perception What were you […]

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  • Length of a Day

    *art and poem by Carmen M Gray Length of a Day Dormant slumber Amidst the hushed quietude Stillness holds a transformative potency Like the young century old trees And the watchful view of the Stag Bathed in the faintest moonrise light All of us captive To the sun Telling us to lean into The length […]

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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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  • Up

    Up Before I took you there I just knew it was the place We had to travel together A steep and rocky path Crowded with ferns and lichen And a few old trees But you pointed out All of the new growth As we spoke of Trachtenberg math And you told me how He created […]

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