Seeking peace in hidden spaces.

Jim Champion

Jim Champion, flickr

Momentarily,
her spirit
moved through
thickets and moss.

the cool greenness
and taste of burnt twigs
scratched a surface,
of hidden spaces

tiny pebbles
stuck to her
breath, as she trembled
from an unforeseen heaviness

The winds stirred
and a dove’s feather
entered a chalice of pain
letting her bleed
leaves of gold.

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About Carolyn Riker

A creative explorer using the magic of imagination, surfing the sea of understanding and finding bridges to connect it all.
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4 Responses to Seeking peace in hidden spaces.

  1. Tiny pebbles stuck to her breath, as with every emotion in this, it is breathtaking. xo

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