Glimpse behind the masks, part the veils of illusion through confronting the shadow.

The following are excerpts from the book "A Poetic Labyrinth," a tale written in poetic verse by Lori Lake ~

 

Validity


Its visibility
Eludes you.
Atop negation’s pyre
My eyes burn
Red to white.

 

I am losing leaves
Like an autumn tree.
We walk
Around the piles
That lie alone.

 

My skin,
A white birch,
Wears the shadow like fallen snow.
Its soft betrayal
Blankets the ground in morning.

 

Can’t they co-exist?
Must one nullify?
I am tired of changing rain to snow.
On my own recognition
The ground thaws.

                               

                                     Copyright 2008 -Lori Lake

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Wildflowers


Like a wildflower that grows
Here among the wandering weeds,
Untended, scattered seed,
Far from the garden of grooming gates,
Straight stalks and costume blooms
Rising up through expectancy.

 

Garden watering can,
Its milky pretense.
Do tendrils climb
Beyond these confusions,
This cyclic receding
That bind & measure a garden in glass?

 

A mystery winds,
Weaving through eternals,
Boundless and immeasurable,
Its scent of wild,
Seeds riding wind,
A flower growing free,
Blossoming pure,
Authentic and ever true.

                         

                                Copyright 2008 –Lori Lake

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The Calling


Blockages,
Standing firm upon the path.
These obstacles against the wind,
Numb and nameless,
Oddly comfortable
As they slow progressions,
Rest a rapid pace.

 

We place them
Like trees through a forest,
One after another,
And creep like turtles
Moving slowly among lacing shade.
All these shadows,
Thrown and abandoned.

 

Seasons change
And the Moon wanes,
Ebbing,
Pulling.
Time to release
Outlived purpose,
All that holds us back.

 

Winter
Is upon us
And the Crone comes
As clearing.
Our gathered moss calls her.
This fixed position
A beckoned scythe.

                            

                             Copyright 2007 –Lori Lake

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The Clearing Field

 

Your touch
Spins the windy passage,
Dark Crone hurricane
That moves and stirs
Winds of change,
As our still waters
Wish to silence waves.

Conditions decay,
Releasing of forms.
She breaks and then takes
Attachments we’ve made.
Grasping security,
Like ivy we cling
To shade woven illusion.

Feared as evil,
Misunderstood.
She strips us naked
In wind and rain,
Removing that which holds us back.
Our tears veil
The gift she’s giving.

Up from rock bottom
Where we rise
Like a new star that shines
In a clear sky of potential.
Courage grows
With nothing left to cling to,
Nothing left to lose.

Reclaim wild roots now found
In this clear field of creation. ~


                               

                                Copyright 2007 -Lori Lake
 

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