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CASTING THE SOUL by Andrea Rumpel

 This poem spawned from a walk in summer…

 It had just rained creating a clearing in the sky I mention in the poem. The sunset could be seen all around; on the ground, in rain puddles and reflected off trees. It was a mystical experience in the midst of traffic, sidewalks and finding myself alone as a new single mom.
Casting The Soul

Every man's spirit quakes out of his gait
Tonight, though there is a great solitude of space between bosum and sky
there is a connection of love that makes "I" bigger than "myself"
Its so big it dissolves any kind of "Me"

I saw the sun set
Its light faded
And every bit faded into my soul to fill it bright.
~"The Rose Robber" painting by the author: Andrea Rumpel~ 

Andrea Rumpel is an aspiring self-taught artist. She has always loved drawing and began copying the masters at age 14. Her own work so far has been "visionary" in essence; derived not from other's works and of no particular time or place but stemming from the imagination. Both her poetry and current works of art are not "true to life" but rich in ambiguity and symbolism. Her paintings and poetry tell of her inner experiences; her connection to pain, light, beauty, nature, joy; god. They are inner landscapes she believes are very human and inherit in all people; the telling of our mystical nature. Andrea feels strongly called to share these (mystical) qualities through her art for she believes that it is in the building of our soulful connections that we will be drawn toward health and freedom, as individuals, as communities and as a planet. She can be found on Facebook and on her blog here. 

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


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