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RENEWED by Dara Reidyr

 This poem represents my spiritual journey as a poet…

The Universe, Great Mystery, what have you, began a renewal within me in the year 2012. This renewal was quite possibly always there, waiting to burst forth, however, in 2012, the process made itself known to me. 

This poem, written this year, is a reflection of this renewal process, which is continual, and quite an exciting journey for me: A journey that I am learning to enjoy, despite not knowing fully where the Universe is taking me.

Renewed
by Dara Reidyr

I am being renewed, by the blue-green waters of vastness,
where foam crests of the tides wash away my pride;
new veins, pump oxygenated life-blood,
through venous rivers, warm with crimson heat-
I am being renewed.

A second chance to turn brown leaves,
into jade green growth,
that sprouts leaflets of life's notes,
at the foot of the tree of life;
Through cleansed lenses of perception,
time is erased, and FIERY revelation glows,
in white hot coals of poetic zeal.

I am being renewed,
for that which I cannot fully know;
where majestic divinity carves new stars,
from the cavern's of space-
where novice moons burst forth,
in their silver shimmers of light,
unto paths never walked...
for I am being renewed.

Aaron D. Priest photography


Dara Reidyr: Sometime in the year 2012, a poem spontaneously erupted from within. From that moment forward, poetry had wholly possessed me. I was told by an English Literature professor some sixteen years earlier that I should write as a profession, but that did not happen. Little did I know, poetry had been secretly hiding within my heart, waiting for the right moment to present itself to the world- a world in desperate need of poetic insight, guidance, and light. A world that is being drowned out by the artificial. Artists have always been the voice of reason in a chaotic world, and that is none truer than it is today. If I had to describe my poetry, I would call it Mystical Romanticism. My themes encompass all of life that moves me to poetic statements. May you find peace and wisdom in my poems, and imagery of words in motion, beyond the sight of ordinary vision. I enjoy solitude, spending time with my husband engrossed in philosophical conversation, and spending time with our two cats, while drinking coffee by flickering scented candles. Dara Reidyr is my pen name. You may contact me via my website here. 

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  1. Wonderful and beautifully personal.

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    1. Thank you Patrick! I appreciate everyone's support on here and facebook. I am grateful to be in the company of such wonderful writers.

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  2. Hi Catherine! Glad you liked my photo and I hope you found inspiration from it. I spent many hours capturing and creating it. Would you please provide a link to the source you got it from so others can read about it and buy a print if they would like? Print sales and licensing are how I provide for my family. Thanks, and I wish you success on your own artistic journey! http://galleries.aaronpriestphoto.com/Night/AcadiaNationalPark/i-BQH39f4/A

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