Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

The Sunday Whirl as an Etheree… #Poetry

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Jaye Marie & Anita Dawes
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Image by Jan Marczuk from Pixabay

I

weep near

ancient bones

buried chambers

glow with amber light

Old seeds carpet the floor

I feel strange things hide in here

my thoughts spiral with those before

a strong feeling of deep holiness

Invisible hands caress my cool skin…

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7 responses to “The Sunday Whirl as an Etheree… #Poetry”

  1. Susi Bocks Avatar
    Susi Bocks

    Nicely done, Anita!

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  2. Annette Rochelle Aben Avatar
    Annette Rochelle Aben

    Terrific!

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    1. Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes Avatar
      Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

      Thanks, Annette… 💖

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  3. Author Jan Sikes Avatar
    Author Jan Sikes

    Such a beautiful expression. Love it!

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      Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

      Thank you so much, Jan… 💖

      Reply
  4. Kymber Hawke Avatar
    Kymber Hawke

    This is so beautifully written. It felt as if I was there.

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    1. Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes Avatar
      Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

      That was lovely to hear, Kymber… 💖

      Reply

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