Ribbons Dancing in The Wind

Ribbons Streaming a Squall

Flashing Lightening Beams

Poised Tall

Plunged into a Quagmire

Vibrancy Mutes

Visions Blur

Brilliant Ones Reach Back

Creating Palettes of Color

Exploding Cosmos Tack

Birth Dividing

Yin Meets Yang

Choreographing Experience

Mystical Boomerang

Enchanting Adventures Emerge

Luring Lambs in Shroud

Creating Copious Urge

Lost in the Crowd

Possessing Passion

Camouflaged in Fashion

Disguised as Compassion

Memoirs upon Memoirs

Sources Beyond Recollection

Musing Tickles Reason

Sparking Cognition

Essence Grants Life

Life Begets Being

Subtle Impressions Penetrate

With Enchanting Prophecy

As Aspirations Stimulate

Ideology and Philosophy

Tension ensues

Battle Rages On

Out of Fear One Might Lose

Once Being Now Pawn

Hierarchy of Mirrors

Reflecting the Light

Piercing the Veil

Manifest Soul Flight

Rays of Divinity

Penetrate Dense Fog

Stimulates Affinity

Turning the Cog

Sparks of Recognition

Reverse the Wheel

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RAVEN

Raven

Darkness Harkens to the

Harsh Night

Stricken with Grief

She was Precious

Just a few Hours Before

Now Branches Hiding as Tubes

Feeds Her Breath

Glistening Eyes Closed Tight

As She Fades

Readying for Flight

Gut Wrenching Pain

Nearing the Insane 

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Artwork by Mechel Gallaway

2016

In the bosom of this Blossom

I can hear children laughing

I can see dogs running and jumping

I can smell the soil after a week long rain

I can feel the spongy ground of the Ozark's under my feet

I imagine this blossom wilting into an apricot

I smell the sweetness of the ripe fruit

Followed by the next juicy bite dripping down my chin.

Mechel Gallaway

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Photo by: Mechel Gallaway

An Apricot Blossom from an OLD TREE in the Ozark's.