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Michele McLaughlin “Across The Burren”

 

 

 

 

we are
kings and queens
we are
butterflies and bees
we are
lions, wolves and mice
lionesses and the like
we are light
we are shade
every flavour in-between
we are night
we are day
we are seen

 

we are bruised
we are scarred
we are battle hardened veterans
thriving through artistry
striving for betterment
bleeding through arteries
each a new masterpiece
this is why our hearts so gently weep
we skip heartily through leaves
which breathe beneath bare feet
we are charmed by the breeze
as we glance passing trees
kissing branches
we are artists
with the very farthest reach
stretched across river wild to ocean deep

 

we are whispers
we are screams
we are every waking dream
we are castles in the sky
we are treasures of the deep
we are meek
we are mild
we are wild and obscene
we are night
we are day
we are seen

 

we are keen to be remembered
by the embers in our trail
every bleed we prevail
is a season to hail
spring
summer
fall
winter
all four breathed anew
feel not bitter when we wither
yet are sweeter when we bloom
we are naked in our gowns
dress the greatest of renown
we are kings
we are queens
with no need to sport crowns
we are here
we are there
we are lost
we are found
we are vocal in our silences
unspoken wired to sound
we are everything
and nothing less
when suffering through art
we wear our curses
yet feel blessed
when gently weeping hearts
we are first light
we are very last dance
we are day
we are night
when we leave the rest to chance
we are pure
we are love
we fall down to rise above
we are forevermore enough
for we are charmed

 

 

 

 

 

Richard Charles Stevens

 

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7 Comments

    1. Oh, Mouse. That, itself, just made my day. Joy is my currency and I love that this gave you such. Goodness knows, you deserve every bit that life can bring. We are seen.

  1. feel not bitter when we wither
    yet are sweeter when we bloom
    we are naked in our gowns
    dress the greatest of renown
    we are kings
    we are queens
    with no need to sport crowns

    this I reread a few times as its something truly that speaks volumes and that beautiful reminder of how many of us are…quiet voices with loud souls

    1. I adore that sentence so hard. Quiet voices with loud souls. While my seventy-five mother would argue that I possess a voice like a foghorn, that couldn’t be more on the money. So glad this resonated as we are every last thing we wish to be and, so often, the only thing that holds us back is ourselves.

  2. “we are pure
    we are love
    we fall down to rise above
    we are forevermore enough
    for we are charmed”

    Yes. Forevermore. Richard, you know why I adore this piece. And the musical accompaniment is absolute perfection. An artist brave with a lion’s heart. You deliver everything that is beautiful in this piece.

    1. To quote an extraordinarily gifted artist brave I know – your eyes meet mine and see through.

      You see my lionheart, as you do my widest spread of butterfly wings. And I am beyond blessed for that, My Lady Papillon. We are charmed. We are one.

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