The cold and the dark press in. No matter. I find my root, cry out from the depths of my center, then let go. The searing light and incendiary heat of the arising Spirit ignite an ordinary despair into an extraordinary hope.
How could it be any other way?
even as
crickets and cicadas
sing their last
a quickening arises
beneath the soon frozen earth
for COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 198, #POET’SCHOICE
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Awesome! That gave me shivers 😀
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Beautifully Penned. Love it!!!!
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So powerful, Frank! The power of the mother goddess is an awesome thing. ❤
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Rebirth can be slow. We need all of our inner flame to overcome the “times”
Nice tanka.
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