WE ARE LOVE by Carolyn Riker

I frequently swim in a sea of words…

On fortunate days, I can float and watch the clouds roll by and unfold into a poem or story. The creation of this poem, challenged, provoked and teased layers from the garden of my soul. Since it is the season of introverted-ness, I’m buried in the ground and turning over the leaves of my thoughts into some fine golden mulch.

Still, with the advent of Valentine’s Day looming, my heart started churning and this poem was birthed.

It’s about love.

Love isn't suffocating. It is strength, trust, respecting both entities as a whole and as an individual. In this unique space, there's an ebb and flow which inspires even more love because, we are love.

We are Love

by Carolyn Riker

All that is love is not always spoken,

It is felt by the trees, sea, wind and earth.

Love is a tempest and when broken,

the shattered discourse will quiver a rebirth.

Heartache will ignite a mystical mend,

from the darkest scripts, folded, shattered and torn.

We grasp at the depths of our spirit and bend,

rising stronger and clearer, no longer forlorn.

Letting go of the illusions, we embrace a galaxy,

a nebulous of intense creative love.

Seeing our existence as stardust, isn’t a fallacy,

to be loved, to feel love is infinite as a rising dove.

Carolyn Riker, MA is a private tutor, writer and a poet. She is also a Certified Instructor for Journal Writing and provides workshops. Carolyn finds comfort and balance in her kids, nature, music and her sweet cat Copper. She can be seen sipping soy lattes and nibbling on dark chocolate. She’s a regular columnist for Rebelle Society and Elephant Journal. She also has a personal blog here. You can also visit Carolyn’s facebook page here.

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