Prayers for this world whispered lightly, softly as if fearful of offense. I wish to scream my discordant, unsung prayers into this world, letting …
My Prayers for this World – Annette Kalandros
My Prayers for this World – Annette Kalandros
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In the Shrouded Mountains
Though the mountains shroud
themselves in snow filled clouds,
a warmth spreads
as if the air contained
no freezing chill.
There is a light here
I’ve not found before
in this early morning
of snow cloud
shrouded mountains,
filling me
as if a sun lighted spring
prodded the mountains
to shrug away their shrouds.
Seals
At the edge of a known world
where sapphire sea meets an emerald surf
seals emerge in greeting
just feet from where I stand.
I did discover an absolute
in a moment of childlike wonder:
All things thought unattainable,
never to be found--
perhaps, even undeserved--
exist in the joy
at the edge of the sea.
Force of Nature – Annette Kalandros
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We, the dogs and I, stopped and watched a mockingbird chase a hawk away from her nest. She did not stop. She did not hesitate. Her bravery knew no …
Force of Nature – Annette Kalandros
No Doves live Here – Annette Kalandros
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No doves live here. Only a sparrow stirs its wings, bristling against the chill of this grey misty morning of rainy cares. No peace found anywhere on…
No Doves live Here – Annette Kalandros
Migration of Another Kind
https://amanpan.blog/2023/11/21/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-migrate/
Fear and greed migrate
Cuts a burn path ‘cross land
point blame at blameless
Burning hate migrates
No history lesson learned
decade to decade
Did all Gods migrate?
leaving us to destruction
in abandonment?
The Leaves
Leaves tumble like years, never what they once were, drained, lost in their way, trembling in the cold chill of damp night air after a day of rain until the warmth of sunrise touches them. Delighting, the leaves find the strength to sigh. Were it in the realm of possibility, I’d collect each leaf, restore it to its spring beauty, bundle them into decades, and gift them to you. But it is a silly before coffee morning thought as we both know leaves like years cannot be reclaimed and restored and smile at the thought.
Away From the Light
Let me go into the mountain’s depths away from the light. The sky holds nothing. Neither does the sea. Only the rock, the granite, the depths of mountain provides for me. The mountain carries me down and away, away from this light, protecting all it covers as I cover myself with my grandfather’s coal dust. I will carry this canary with me, if you think I must, as I travel deeper, ever deeper, into the mountain.
The Devil’s Face – Annette Kalandros
Pouring rain while the sun shone on a summer’s day… I will never forget that time, that moment, when I saw, without doubt, The Devil’s face, …
The Devil’s Face – Annette Kalandros
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Hearing The Mermaids Sing 