Tiding

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Tiding

 

Spinning

beneath sea soaked feet,

rough and glassy grains leave hollows

as they tumble, a sandy swirl,

into the rounding.

 

If you listen to their leaving —

this grainy rattling of what was —

all the rumblings of the deeps 

join the hum:

 

start 

again.

 

When you sink into

the gravity 

of each eroded

spark,

a universe beckons, 

brimming

 

as the sun sets fire to a 

restless sea

and clouds brood above

like smoke —

 

even then, 

within a flower-stained sky,

the tender moon encircles 

your rising.

Yurt dweller, parent, partner, writer. Knows some things about medicine, life coaching, teaching, and the wilds.

7 Comment on “Tiding”

  1. cfossel1 June 5, 2018 at 9:36 am

    Wow. Excellent. So easy to visualize and experience. Thanks!!!

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    1. bloofishelliott June 6, 2018 at 4:16 am

      Thank you so much 😊

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  2. Fleur June 5, 2018 at 4:47 pm

    Every time I read your poetry, something stirs inside me.
    Thank you, Tricia!

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  3. Tricia June 5, 2018 at 7:20 pm

    I just love your poetry! Thank you Tricia so much for sharing your exquisite work with me.

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  4. Melissa June 7, 2018 at 2:00 am

    Love it!

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