Embrace the Power of Words: Poem of the Week

I invite you to immerse yourself in the beauty and depth of language through a captivating poem. Allow the words to evoke a sense of wonder and curiosity.

Poetry has a unique ability to touch our hearts, stir our emotions, and transport us to different worlds. It is a powerful form of expression that allows us to explore the depths of human experience and connect with others on a profound level. Through the Poem of the Week, I aim to celebrate the artistry and craftsmanship of poets and inspire others to embrace the power of words in their own life. Poetry has the ability to heal, uplift, and transform, and I want to share that experience. I believe it can change lives. I hope to inspire—to ignite a spark within each reader. Join me on this journey of exploration and discovery.

Magic is alive and true. It can be sensed in many ways including that which lies within the written word. Let's embrace the power of words and let them weave their magic in our lives.

Here is an example of what you will see on this blog category: Poem of the Week. I took the photograph which accompanies this post: the lovely Port Washington lighthouses on Lake Michigan. The poem was written from the view of the lake in Green Bay, Wisconsin.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON

by Cori Lark

I sit in quiet ambivalence

through windowpane

Kaleidoscope images

envelope my brain

Airy wind chimes

whistle words

revealing

my name.

Breeze frees

my mind above

the earth

beneath

his golden rays.

Clouds glisten silver shadows—

Taunting mist near the bay.

A gust of wind—

dancing young,

though the day is late;

a playful tug

a push, a hug—it can carry me away.

I won't go far

I'll be safe

just a cruise by the lake—

then the air will lift me up

and bring me back to my birthplace . . .

I can see

she is thirsty,

soon it will rain.

Better still

because my will

is strengthened by the lake.

Up, up, out

glide up above

through the windowpane . . .

I am gone—

but I breathe—

in a silent state—

my dreams begin

the welcome wind

calling out my name—

Anahita she is with me

through my tranquil wake.

Traveling

like a stream . . .

Shore line shows the way—

Sweeping by evergreens

and over vast blue lake—

I am here

Here I am

My muse has led the way

I dive right in

Cool, slick,

Shape-shift into a snake—

The coast is clear

The sun shines down

Reflecting through the waves—

. . . distillate

Feel the water

Caress my inner shape . . .

Three summersaults

Swimming on

I am a mermaid—

I could swim to Michigan

Ra rests in western view—

He floats above the horizon

blending brilliant hues . . .

I hear the train

rolling through

gold valleys

green hills—

It's not far

Time ticks on

I am fresh and clean

Traveling

with the day

it has been good to me.

I may fly again this eve

beneath the silver moon,

Until then

a little swim

then back into

my room.

I thank the waves, the wind, the way—

Anahita bids good day—

Goddess, bless the trees—

the lake.

Goddess, bless my inner shapes.

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Photo taken by Tracy in Port Washington, WI