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  • Writer's pictureAngela Ancalima

Poetry in an ongoing thread

Updated: Feb 2, 2021

© Art & Poems by Angela Ancalima




Kintsukuroi














Like death on the shore

and written down in history

I thought I could not

come any closer to a poets grief

But I did

not die

picked up the pieces

everything that was broken

everything that made me cry

the scars

they make me feel alive

the tears

they empty me to replenish my well

until their fulfilment

reveales

my illusions of love

I see myself

earthbound and holy

in my brokenness

I am my own reflection

And just like suns and moons

with all their hope and gloom

I am certain of my tides

I own them

rooted in pain's beautiful lines

I rise

bonded with the mornings

My heart is beating, isn't it?

There are no chains

in presence



Feral Woman




















she picked up the pieces

in naked truth

bone by bone

she survived and still

calming and powerful

hair by hair

she claims

her force an ageless knowing

doors to the worlds

open

scars all over

spilling

half understood

half remembered

rising

embroidering her soul

into no expectation

outgrown all caged beauty

now giving light

she walks on

avoiding nothing

embracing retreat

for peace is not a sacrifice

but a mystery of devotion

only to be worthy

at rock bottom

birthing into the fullness

of herself

no need to be anything

expected - she decides

coming

untamed where she belongs

leaving

her service never done



Shining Thread of the River






















My being is loving this world

I put my lips giving a kiss

here to the birds twittering

as the wind wafts softly among tall trees

there to the blossoming roses

exuding their suntanned fragrance


I do not seek for life's sweetness lives inside me


Am I spinning? Am I weaving? Out of the woods my way grows standing within the otherness out in the beauty inside the mystery I focus on what matters


I come from the pond of imagination which is pouring in gratitude astonished upon the deep and vast ocean of a woman's heart


For the shining thread of the river she knows helps seeding with a telling heart, a silent mind to walk the path by rising rooted in her truth unlocking the enchantment of her everyday life out of the forest and into herself being the forever source



There's always hope



















Golden light

on the valley of music and dreams

Fair is the land and bright

Her heart of twilight

lingering as leaves in the wind

Stars upon hills

shining like

pale enchanted gold

chains curling

memories of flowering stars

upon white limbs

flying away to breathe the sun

Long was her hair

Her voice like silver glass

on distant shores she wanders

fair by the waters she walked

alight

within the edge of nights



The Lady of Sensual Innocence



















Natural and free

utterly wise

I am

the beauty

I am

radiant

wild

like the river

between the tides

I dance

upon my imagination

innocent

fully sensual

under the panoply of the stars

I linger

awed

I am

awed

by the beguiling sound of the

tuning of the elven soul

they sing

beautiful

like the bird opens its wings

I fly

below

the reunion

like the feather that is uplifting me

I come to thee

Look at me

I am



Keeper of Wisdom












Beloved

out of the shores I come

holding you in guidance

Grace

For you are to bring our essence

into realms of grief

and sorrow

Into broken hearts

and lost souls

asking you to embrace

this burden

for their salvation

and ours

For we came

for counsel

not to sway but

bringing ancient times

weaving within their hearts

seeds of love for

the soul of nature

to be remembered



Remembrance












Within the dust of her eyes

the shimmering light

of the stars

she saw

bright glass mirrors

her sorrowless heart

trembling

she sang in the forest of doom

melting

under falling rain

by dimmed moonlight

her voice releases a sudden mist

and glazing sunlight

of silver quivering

her raiment

no longer unseen

she rises

when winter knocks

for truth

star is in her hair

flowing

she dances

through a freezing hall

the music of the harps

a coat of love

her feet hovering

strongly

whispering

softly

walking

that's her destiny



Ambrosia



















Where leaves of gold grew, there I sang

where waters run foaming at the sea

swaying the wooden boat bearing the gifts of hope

beneath the panoply of stars

branching jewels made of tears

form their way through misty shadow

affecting the riverbank of the beating soul


Falling leaves

Flowing river


hidden paths towards the moon

golden

and the sun

silver

stars are all alight


Sheltered in love's vessel

I wander not lost

Held deep within my sojourning heart



Universal Soul


















Starfading under mortal light One remains giving birth sparkling following a soul shining through between the mantle white golden boughs upon A voice fair as the wind beside the roaring sea she calls light into darkness for secret passages shining through within the universe dwells eternal light amid the moment shining through Love does always


A wren's blue pearl















For there are many paths

and still

passing

we may meet

around the corner

in the shadows of a woven tree

or resting riverbank

rushing, brawling

that remain only for our eyes

waiting to come by


Whatever comes along the way

Let it pass!

Let it flow!



Like flowers reaching for the sun

the secret roads may find us

And when we pass them all along

the next day

they might just have gone

hidden

beneath the greenest grass

shimmering bright and lush

or calling

from a distant edge


Whatever comes along the way

Let it pass!

Let it flow!



The secrets of the bright blue pearl

the wren is singing fair

towards the sun, towards the moon

the stars are all awake

Home is behind

yet everywhere

You wander through the world ahead

Farewell

wherever you may dwell



Dedication of a new shrine




















There is that sound in my heart

and I carry it wherever I go

There is that taste in my skin

And it waits for tears running down

Pray with diamond eyes and singing roses

I pray for bitter for sweet

I open my senses and smell emerging forgiveness

I adore the mother inside

longing to lay down in her river

of dreams

there is that sound in my heart

And it is calling



Songbird




















A tune so bold

yet sweet

moves in me.

Have I been there before?

I hear

no words

I've seen it all

Or am I on the shore?

A cracking

and a sigh

floating

with the wind

Open is the score

sheltered

in your palm

a feathered friend

crying

drops of kindness

into

delivered hope


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