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REVERIE by Renee Podunovich

Beauty is everywhere! Everywhere I look. Beauty is amplified by friendships with those who also see it in all of the small and large and in-between places. Beauty never hides, perhaps the mind fogs and can't see it, loses perspective, but then Beauty is there again, everywhere, always- and inside each of us too.

This poem is dedicated to my long-time mentor and friend, Sonja Horoshko at Art Juice Studio in Cortez, CO. She first showed me how to choose to see Beauty everywhere, even amid the constant destruction and chaos that is always concurrent. This poem is about our friendship and being artists together. The elements used here are a combination of specific details of each of our lives and they co-mingle inside the poem in a manner that brings me great joy. If you take one thing from this poem, let it be to sample blue cheese on gingersnaps! 

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Dark Midwinter Hush

Sun of the Seasons
Greater Light
Do not hurry
Do not rush to show
For I am happy here
In the dark midwinter hush
Enfolded in the comfort of
The Lady’s blue-black
Star-speckled cloak
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A wondrous while
At this calm and splendid spoke
Son of the Highest
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Do not hurry
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A wondrous while
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Just breathe -
- deep -
till your lungs become worlds
where dreams grow
and new life begins -
out - completely -
till nothing is left but another new start.
Just listen -
listen to the beating of your own insistent heart -
when there’s nothing else to say or do
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Woven as One

We as One, yet it's only just begun.
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A Celestial Dream, unfolding beyond our eyes.
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it starts in a hut deep in the
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fists shaking the air 
mouth sounds howling 
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sticks and mud
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