Haiku Series Celia Blake #1 The tiger trained me   to creep through fire, but I learned—   to fly over tides. #2 The wolf left bones...

Welcome to another Poem of the Week! The bloodstone mirror shows no illusions—only the truth of transition, healing, and divine trust. From Mother to Crone, through shadow and light, here is a poem emerged in midwinter's quiet. Bloodstone Mirror by Cleo Bell Minutes tick weeks float like the snow transition from Mother to Crone—

You’ll drown me, and I’ll let you— and I’ll love it— because I’m safe with you.

sun shines through leaves casting rhythms dancing light and free

(Poem of the Week) She Picked You But then she didn’t Needing something in the moments past the untouched of what was hinted. She did...

(Poem of the Week) A thought blows in I take a breath Wonderin’ where he is There’s just somethin’ about that man Dancing eyes—wicked grin— I’d love to hear that southern voice and carry it on this wind— My fire burns beneath this Autumn moon With a flower in my hair I’m thinkin’ about You Whispering kisses, I call you to me Make me your favorite dream See me Hear me Watch the wind flying around me Give it a try Open your eyes Baby Come and get me. —Celia Blake All rights res

Poetry in chance I gaze / upon a page a pic a post / I'm lost now / my plans are toast . . . lucid dreams this dark, wet night

I'll loung in the tree tops purring /I'll hop through the brush in a scurry /I'll charge through rivers /or cut ocean waters /I'll chatter /

New Passages my warmth of living from within— grew like the sun— a supernova spreading through my soul shocking my heart scorching my...