prayers

let this whole day be my prayer
wrapped in the arms of an imagination
that loves so much it spills over
with endless beauty
unnoticed, pushed aside, destroyed
as the empty totems are so busily tended
day in day out


but let this whole day be my prayer
paused in stillness breathing the mystery
seeing all the startling details
as each dulcet note plays 
for me for us
how and why did we ever turn our backs to this
it’s a pretty crazy game
everyone forced to play
can’t we just walk away, somehow


eyes, heart, breath, hand 
know the truth and pant for it
right here underneath the detritus of our dementia
but each whole day was and is our prayer
each step a wordless devotion

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soaring

i tread the soft path at river’s edge
where trees reach up
birds flitting between them, 
the quiet and the joy
of this wild place brings me back 
to wholeness, 
it fills me.
my spirit sings and
spirit answers
lifting me up
carrying me on wings
soaring ever higher
past the leafy canopy of trees
above the ever-changing clouds
we sail through the infinite blue
and become the explosion
of stars and shimmering dust 
and mystic tunnels of space,
so far beyond, 
all there,
at the river’s edge.

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Many thanks to Eugi’s Causerie for the delightful prompt, “soaring.”

“sabotage” on MasticadoresUSA

My poem, “sabotage,” has been published on MasticadoresUSA. I am grateful to have some of my work included with other wonderful poets and authors there, including editor, Gabriela Marie Milton. 

And, of course, I am truly grateful, as ever, to be read by you. Check out “sabotage” here:

https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2021/07/25/sabotage-by-nancy-elliott/

heavens

I want to lie outside with you
in the deep of the night
lazily searching the stars
as they gaze down at us
the silence and the sounds of the dark earth
wrapping around we two like a cocoon
breathing the scents of summer on us
and in the drifting breeze
the air cool on our warm skin
our voices mere whispers under the dome of the galaxies
the stars dancing their mysteries
surely giving blessing as we gently stumble
awakened into the prayer
we finally offer

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like a fearless tiger

there used to be dreams
unbidden, effortless
the heart and the mind
roamed all the wilds like a fearless tiger
hungry and alive in every stripe of the tail
eyes wide open at the top of a cascade
of falling water or the parapet of a castle
pennants snapping over snowy mountains

there used to be dreams
irresistible, compelling
every muscle aching,
dripping with sweat and laughter
rounding each new bend
whether frigid with cold or
loose with fatigue
sandpaper skin soft as a cool mist

there used to be dreams
they came from nowhere and everywhere
driven by instinct, unbounded
nature’s children first and always
inside the man-built confines
stop to feel the frantic beating heart between us
insistent, full
we could dream again

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heartstrings

these strings are tied to the pearly moon
taut and limp with the pull of the sea
humming out a thread of jazz bass in the winter deep
or funky folk on a cigar box guitar 
maybe singing the long, sweet notes of summer

these strings they reach to the wind
flying along with the birds and the clouds
sweeping around this globe of colors
wet with rain or frozen with dizzy heights
or sailing amidst the whispered prayers persistently rising

these strings are still attached
though seemingly broken again and again 
deliberately snipped or frayed to bare spindles with tension
somehow and always tied securely underneath
the heavy load of lonely emptiness

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twilight

clouds sail across the sky
at first white, then softly grey,
as evening weaves her first tendrils.

the here and there of the day
slowly slip away,
muscles loosening
with a knowing ache,
thoughts meandering
in the prelude to dreams.

the sun fulfills its promise
with a hushed surprise,
opening night’s portals,
spilling the luminous hues of fantasy,
making invitation.

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Eugi’s Causerie does it again with another delightful image and prompt, “twilight.” Many thanks, Eugenia!

triggers

any given day
who knows what it will be
maybe today it’s the phone ringing
and that name on the screen
against your will you answer
warily
treading water as you are pulled
further and further in
to where it is suddenly too deep
and then there you are, alone, trying not to drown

triggers
sneak up on you even though
you see them coming
once pulled
there’s that long, slow slog
through all the pain, again, 
trying all the same old tricks you always do
to get your head back above the water
where you can breathe
and watch your back

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“voice of a bird” on MasticadoresUSA

Happy to say that my poem, “voice of a bird,” is published today by MasticadoresUSA. Please check it out, along with other poetry and short prose by some very talented writers. Amazing poet and author Gabriela Marie Milton is the editor of MasticadoresUSA. Thank you, Gabriela, for including my poem:

https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2021/06/30/voice-of-a-bird-by-nancy-elliott/