Saturday, December 12, 2020

New Moon Magic

 


 

She rests in the sky

veiled in darkness.

We are blinded by

the sun and so She

is hidden from us.

 

But each night

the veil is lifted

to reveal more.

The first sliver  

an eye opening.

 

We too are awakened

in the dark to what

is possible. As the

energy rises, we

unwind our intentions

 

from the spool of longing,

gather ourselves

into words,

unleash our potential

as Her light grows.

 

©2020 Joanne Young Elliott

Thursday, October 29, 2020

She Is...

 

Photo by Andre Hunter on Unsplash

She stands proud, reaching to sky,

into the heavens as she remains

grounded in Earth.

 

She is the buck whose antlers

touch the sky as it rises

up on the outcropping of rock.

 

She is the raven who caws

from the treetop waving in wind,

firmly rooted to the forest ground.

 

She is snow falling from sky,

drifting to frozen soil

to sink deep in spring.

 

She is the flowering

the ripening, the falling

the dying.

 

She is the Ground of Being

rising, ever rising into form,

ever sinking into the unknown to be born.

She is…

 

©2020 Joanne Young Elliott

Thursday, October 8, 2020

Poetry Begins in the Blood

 

Image by Christine Sponchia from Pixabay

 All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

 

Poetry courses through my veins,

dances in my heart and pours

onto the page before me.

 

Always, it surprises me,

the way what is lived is translated

inside my body, almost page perfect

 

sometimes. If not for my minds

ability to receive this poetry,

it would pool, become stagnant

 

unless I moved it, moved my

body, mimed the dance

beating in my heart.

 

©2020 Joanne Young Elliott