let sleep do its work
so the spirit will guide you
and leave helpful dreams
in that rich abode
of our collective being
– the only being –
awake souls roam and arrange
streams of impressions
rebel angels see
the judge slaves under man’s law
… while nature rules all …
in this earthly home
we catch our face in mirrors
that slowly unveil
through rhythms of remembrance
the source of freedom
heeding the heart’s pulse
your hand cascades poetry
and transmits secrets
I really must start to sort my poems …
The left sketch is a possible cover for my first poetry chapbook …
I was recently encouraged when two of my poems were published with Queen Mob’s Teahouse:
https://queenmobs.com/2019/05/poems-photographs-ashen-venema/
And then mentioned once more in a Berfrois magazine article by Joe Linker. Thank you Joe.