I write on a similar path as the moon caresses the sky…
She shows herself to
me. My emotions and thoughts tempered as much by her shadows as her light.
I hold with deep
respect the changes of my femininity. Age is also playing a role as I see
myself step into her truth and find her voice. It is through these temperate
transitions of tenacious insights, I write.
The moon is at half and I feel her growing energies within. I learn from the split of dark and light. Peace comes from facing and untangling our shadows. I watch the moon as nature's candle light; it glows an inordinate amount of wisdom. I listen and feel and learn to follow her guidance. She has mastered the tides of the sea and has much to teach me.
The moon is at half and I feel her growing energies within. I learn from the split of dark and light. Peace comes from facing and untangling our shadows. I watch the moon as nature's candle light; it glows an inordinate amount of wisdom. I listen and feel and learn to follow her guidance. She has mastered the tides of the sea and has much to teach me.
There’s always
something magically when I look to the sky and know, we all share a stellar cloak
of the heavens. This poem sprung from a restless night when the half-moon’s
presence comforted me.
Let the Moon’s Nectar Trickle over Me
By Carolyn Riker
The moon, in
her half fullness
resting on
the edges of nothingness
the seen and
the silence of quivering darkness;
she speaks
to me.
She teases
the tendrils of thoughts spilling
and words
tangled in the depth of distant starlight;
the
intensity of energy quickens by day
and by
night, I feel her graceful beams reach
a soft space
of ebony and clarity of insight.
The flipside
of the moon,
the half
hidden shadows, lit by dreams we remember
and memories
we can’t forget;
she
captivates our inner glow
and awakens
our candidness.
I am the
moon and she is me
we dance a
rhythmic melody of ebb and flow;
our
mysterious femininity unfolds
and age
becomes our gifts
as lush as a
ripened mango.
The moon,
in half her
fullness echoes the
waves of the
sea
the song of
storm and tranquility;
tonight, let
me tip a moon slice into my cup
and let her nectar trickle over me.
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Carolyn Riker is an elementary teacher, mental health counselor, writer and a poet who finds comfort and balance in her kids, nature, music and her sweet cat Copper. She can be seen sipping soy lattes, nibbling on dark chocolate or savoring a full-bodied red wine. Introspective, forthright, kind and compassionate, she intertwines life with yoga, meditating and learning about Vedic Astrology and Ayurveda. She also writes for Elephant Journal and Rebelle Society. Carolyn can be reached via her e-mail address carolynra7@hotmail.com or on facebook here.
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