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Old made new..

Published October 16, 2018 by lamarrwenrich

It is all new

this town of old..

as the simple beauty began to unfold

Seeing it with new eyes

It all came alive..

It’s vibrant, it’s real

awakens my soul..

enjoying watching people living their lives

laughing and chatting or

lost in their thoughts –

moments that matter

all at a cost..

Even those less fortunate-

the ones that reside outside-

show a sense of belonging,

adding beauty to the nitty gritty of the hard life they hold,

but never told..

These magnificent old buildings – the secrets they house – so many lives passed through their doors with the many stories hidden inside

They groan and moan, as if they are waiting to share with us, the lives unknown..

The past brings me present

I am reminded once more

That home is always home

no matter how I’ve grown

and old becomes new as it filters through you..

Pain, The Poet

Published October 13, 2018 by lamarrwenrich

Beautiful

Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

Pain, the Poet

Those who forgive,

Can they be poets,

For where is the poetry but

In released pain?

Pain, the fire breathing mist

Rising to rain.

Pain, the reddening blood

filling the veins,

The river of the soul.

Pain, the rooting to the sacral tree,

Birthing stories and songs,

Creating new souls out of barren wombs.

Pain, the cries from scattered tribes

Reaching for limbs and branches,

Anything to hold onto until dawn’s light.

Pain, the songs of ancestral curses

Clinging to the cells like webs

To be cleared in spring.

Pain, the dead rooting of loss

Blocking the secret chamber of the heart,

Where peace resides.

Pain, the tenant evading eviction,

Holding truth hostage

From inner sight

And auric brilliance.

Pain, the dirges and the hymns,

The shadows, dislodged and

Transmuted but not forgotten

In the poetry of forgiveness

And the forgiveness of poetry.

©2017/11/07 Barbara Harris Leonhard…

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when the sun goes down..

Published October 8, 2018 by lamarrwenrich

Each change

is another goodbye..

Doesn’t mean I’ll fall or that I’ll cry

I have learned to read between the lines..

I feel you in the empty

I hear you in the quiet

You are the rhythm that moves me

stills me..

while life happens

we keep grooving to our sound

creating our own kind of tempo

changes may come

changes may go

I will not fear

together we stand tall..

I know what love is

And

When the sun goes down

You & I will still be found..

Beauty & Chaos

Published October 8, 2018 by lamarrwenrich

gentle words, harsh ones

loud words, quiet ones

all telling us something..

they are golden moments

Rare, precious and fleeting..

changing us – enlightening us –

parts of each one

making a whole..

freeing, growing and all knowing

we won’t walk this way again..

are you present

or just there..

really seeing and aware of all the love and care

that fill the atmosphere..

It is that air that fills our lungs with love, joy and despair..

I choose to care

I’ll let your chaos be my beauty..