A Beautiful storm

A Beautiful Storm

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Trinkets and Armor with Magaly

Magaly  has asked

 what is your passion /superpower/comfort 

when life gets hard and throws some monsters your way

My answer...

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I become 

a 

beautiful
storm

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I become 

One 

with the Moon 

and her sacred wisdom

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I become Unafraid
to feel, to mend, to hope, to fight, to love, to embrace

to weather my journey
and find the will
to
 t r a n s f o r m

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I become a dreamer, a seeker

questing my inner worlds, traveling my imagination
letting myself grow, change, reformulate and become New

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Most of all
I remember that there is deep magic waiting within me,
All of the answers live there
and in those times
I need to nourish and explore my soul
and return Home again

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In short I reach for ink, enter strange worlds

and write poems 

the ritual of creating these tiny worlds
(and meeting the beings/creatures that inhabit them) 

carries some sort of energy that shifts me 

and moves a new life-force through me...

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Ghostbird beneath Moon

I have become less fragile

mending my storms

healing like the ghostbird

beneath the moon in my soul

~victoria pettella~

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Thanks for visiting my little world

Deep thanks to Magaly 

for always sharing her creative world  and her magical mind

Visit

Trinkets and Armour with Magaly~ What's your passion

poems for darkened rooms and candlelight

( more from : a beheading of swans)

Forever wild and free

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F o r e v e r 
w i l d
& f r e e

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Near the tiny row of ghost-flowers

a cricket perches its wistful-song as an offering

A ruby moth hovers by my pale neck

adorning me with forest-incense

I sit with sword & amulet by my heart, waiting

as a velvet-blood-sunset lights the tangled land

There are bonfires in the distance
but I remain low to the ground
reading the moss, bark and stone
for hidden language
searching from half-deep sleep
and visions to render my hovering mind
I dream alone~ questing within.
The night is shaking down
the dark womb of trees~their wavering leaves
 to answer me

A single breath emits
a dripping moon
transiting over my soul's bones
and leaving me open
for the young wolves to take
they gently eat my wounds
and make me new again.

The morning crashes in
  a kingdom of starlings
and I awaken with the scent of the amber sun
and the taste of dragons falling off my tongue
The flesh of me glistens like light underwater
and I know I am different somehow
for falling
feels like flying
and I cannot stop my dreaming eyes
from wandering off the seams
of death and life

I am feasting on the beauty
of jeweled earth and wet bark
and the green-lace of summer leaves
Shimmering high above
I climb, they are calling me
I keep climbing towards the voices
until I feel the forest and flesh
slip away from me
and I know only
feathers and air
a gust of breath
  and I become One
with the wind's sacred embrace
I am forever wild
 and
I am
free.
~victoria pettella~

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This poem and post is dedicated to
 the Beautiful Creatrix
Magaly Guerrero
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I want to especially thank her
for her Stitched Poetry Giveaway
( pictured above)
~I am made of wild~

It is sacred, beautiful and magical to me!
Thank you Magaly!


You can explore Magaly's beautiful darkly poetic world
here..
http://magalyguerrero.com/

And those who were seen dancing

And those were seen dancing

were thought to be insane

by those who could not hear the music

~Nietzsche~

Joining 

Magaly & Emma 

for the Beautiful Freaks Fest 2017

The Beautiful dark, wander with me

w e l c o m e 

strange & beautiful souls

The way in...

forest of spells

soul poems

the way out...

 

a haunted thing...

Joining Magaly and Emma
for the Beautiful Freaks Fest 2017.
Many thanks to our hosts!

http://magalyguerrero.com/beautiful-freaks-fest-2017/

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