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Book of Kings

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I feel like the Queen of Sheba to your Wise King Solomon.

I bring the gems of my own insights, my pearls of inspiration.

For the last steps of my progress I want to trip along eagerly,

Excited to challenge, question and probe.

As the King unto the Queen, you offer all I could desire.

Nothing is hid from you when my stream of questions

Joins your tranquil ocean of wisdom.

I commune with you all that is in my heart

And learn that you exceed my expectations.

When I leave, my ship is light upon the water,

Sails grown big-bellied with the fruits of grace.

 

© jsmorgane Sept 2016

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Tintagel

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The rock soaks into me,
And the winds,
And the thundering waves
Trying to climb up towards me.
And the little yellow flowers,
Not clinging to the cliff
But thriving in adversity.

They soak and sink and change my flesh and bones,
Make my blood sing of a beginning almost remembered.
They starve my past and future, and feed the moment.
They silence, soothe and calm everything that isn’t Now.

Sept 2016 ©jsmorgane

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Friendships are like plays

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Friendships are like plays.

In some scenes you have most of the lines.

In some scenes you don’t have any at all.

 

Sometimes you wait in the wings for your next entry,

Then again you might wait backstage for the curtain call.

At other times, your part is done only a few minutes in.

 

Often when I go home after the first half, I wonder

What would happen if I started to extemporise.

 

© jsmorgane (Jan 2016)