I have uploaded and released the paperback version as well.
A HUGE thank you to my readers for sending in prompt words and helping me write this collection. It stretched me, it was fun, it game me purpose in a time I was feeling low. We create better when we create together. You are all a blessing to me. I hope you enjoy the finished product.
In celebration of this release and my birthday that is today, I am offering a SALE on my first poetry collection ‘The Branch that I Am’. Both the ebook and paperback version are discounted for 3 days only!
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Note: because of Canadian shipping costs, I cannot offer a signed paperback for the SALE price. But the discounted paperback is available at Amazon.
It once roared loudly With an abandon that belied the ordinary mouthpiece It once shone with brilliance And heat That even the blind couldn’t doubt It poured torrential waters across thirsty furrows To quench loneliness’s deep thirst
Time has changed its face Its roar is now a purr sounded in quiet corners Its light has deepened To a soft amber that heats as slow fed coals Its waters have slipped deep Locked within rich earth carpeted with green
It is a love that lingers into the beyond dreams Infusing every breath with trust Each morning with assurance Even tears with hope As fingers curl around each other Locked in companionship And gray hairs sprout to sparkle against tired temples It is a love that lives
Hands outstretched Confession on quivering lips “I broke it.” Be it cup or figurine knocked upon the ground By careless elbows Compassion leaks from love itself Dripping into cracks as Helping hands hold the pieces together Waiting
Release is gradual Will it hold? Is it strong? In the cup of gentleness When it’s ready “It’s okay. We fixed it.” A young soul learns forgiveness And trust When asked to place the treasure Back home
Did we ask to exist? Think on it… A sentient thought that Could whisper to a woman’s whom “I’m ready.” Or… Perhaps, As the scene was written The ghosts within the mind of God Asked for life, And he let them free. Maybe, We itched with in his ear. Or twined inside his being. Pulling, Begging, To be. But perhaps not. Perhaps we were but silence, Pregnant with potential. A question ready to be asked. A lesson waiting for the right Scholars interpretation And that was He. Maybe…
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