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A RAIN DANCE OF LOVE by Carolyn Riker

Imagery and poetry seem to go hand in hand...

I’m perplexed and delighted each time I can let myself venture into a streambed of poetic pensiveness. This poem was conceived one such morning. The rain spoke a language all of its own and welcomed me to join in. Slipping softly into the syncopated rhythm, the leaves sang harmony and the wind was a sentient wave of mystery; I started to dance to the images in the full feeling of heart. The words found paper, next to the sink, and I began to write. Absentmindedly, I rinsed this poem through a load of laundry but the words clung to the paper and let me dry them in light breeze. Only slightly faded, I managed to decipher my pencil scribbles. It was the bones of a poem that needed tender editing. Here’s what I wrote:

A Rain Dance of Love
by Carolyn Riker

I danced in the rain,
unlike I ever knew
a scent of freshly rinsed linen
rushed through.

My feet became the earth
and my hair the wind,
my skin became petals of rose.
I was the colors of spring’s rebirthing.

I coveted the unfolding
of my sacred awareness;
a transcendence began and unveiled
an inner presence.

My edges of succulent blues
unfurled to a core of feathered
persimmon and tantalizing layers
and gilded winged hues.

Transparent hummingbirds flew
from my heart and mouth;
each bestowed tiny seashells
laid lovingly abreast, where
my soul’s shy nakedness grew.

I was gifted with eyes of spirits
both ancient and new;
and joined in a Shakti dance
of a thousand goddesses
draped in silk ferns of fresh morning dew!

Our hips swayed, with hands uplifted;
it was a dance of loving ourselves anew.
Tears of joyful eloquence chanted
a harmony of opal and emerald mist.
And the voices, a singing bowl my heart knew.
Photography by Chanel Baran

Carolyn Riker M.A., LMHC is a counselor, teacher, writer and poet. She’s been a regular columnist for Rebelle Society and prior to that several years at Elephant Journal. A collection of her work is available on her blog, Magic of Stardust and Words. Her poetry and prose has been featured in three books:  Journey of the Heart: An Anthology of Spiritual Poetry by Women. Where Journeys Meet: The Voice of Women's Poetry and Best of Rebelle Society, Volume I: Celebrating the Art of Being Alive. Between sips of coffee or tea and navigating life, Carolyn leads journal writing workshops, tutoring and has a private counseling practice. Additionally, she’s in the process of completing her first collection of poetry and prose. With the hopes of continued lunar inspiration and stars guiding her light, the book will be published in the fall of 2016. Carolyn can be reached via her e-mail address or on facebook here.  

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  1. You captured so beautiful the powerful emotions of finding yourself again - joy, grace and sheer exuberance of spirit.


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