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.
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Photography by Chanel Baran |

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