...and a few more...

Hopefully this is all of them. I might find more somewhere else. Feeling creative lately.

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Return to Mother
by: Aradia (Nikki)

Labored breath;
gasping,
grasping,
clinging to life’s thread
by fingernails...
the silver cord’s edges frayed
to just a ravel.

The dancing youth,
skirts twirling to the seemingly endless
caliope of ageless song,
has now faded, as the light,
into the twilight of days,
the thunder...now but a memory.

Ancient Eyes gaze on withered hands;
hands long since bled dry
of labor
of the toil of life,
but never short on love.

Memories of nightingale lullabyes;
lulling little heads to dreamy slumber,
the joy of hearing the word ‘mother’
uttered from the mouths of babes...

trickle down memories
of stories about pirates and princesses
echoed through the years
to prancing, dancing angel-buds
known as "grandchildren"..

flooding memories now,
with flowing tears of honor from those loved
and who loved;
The dam shattered
by death’s kindly hand.

A legacy is left, this night,
from a silent Goddess;
One whose smile
mended broken hearts,
whose kiss
could calm the angriest sea,
whose loving sacrifices
earned her the title ‘great’
with the cry of the newest cherub
born to this world.

Darkness unfolds itself,
it’s great arms of mystery
envelope one little white dove,
carressing her very soul...

"Well done, my child."

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One Pagan's Plea
by: Nikki

Goddess-chill my soul,
be still and bring your breath
of wonderous icy-dying dew.
Blanket my aching bones
of time-hardened heartbreaks
in Persephone's amber embrace.
Leave me not to wither and fail
with this tormented burning heap of souls,
scattered in night's wind to a demon's cry of anguish.
Throw their books upon the fire,
for I care not for their empty, hollow ringings
in my tempest-tossed mind,
slashing with tendrils lashing...
silencing my spirit-voice.
I raise that voice in righteous anger,
crashing waves against their bitter wall
of self-sufficient hypocrasy,
burning bridges with flames of holy indignation.
Return, oh fire, to transform...
water, to shape...
air, to move...
and earth, to heal...
and recclaim thy rightful throne of all divine,
burning bright in your glory-Goddess-light,
for all to be in sacred silence of the night...
In awe...of she who is ALL.

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The Annual
by: Nikki

Today...is July 28.

Today is the day where I allow myself the hallowed indignity
of being a broken woman...and I cling to it.

I grant myself the healing burden of grief, above all on this day.

I treasure every tear drop.

I drink in every sorrow revisited.

I rest my head on nature's rock hard pillow....to be just one step closer to oblivian.

While the rest of the world spins on without me....I stop, just for this one day...stop, to remember you, my child.

Eleven years ago you elightened my miserably vacant soul with the loss of you. You brought me to my knees in glorious pain. You opened my eyes to the depths of life's darkness...and showed me just how precious a moment is in this vast expanse of a lifetime. You took away my hope, and replaced it with a much needed heartache...

that heartache bleeds anew on only this day... my annual day of death and rebirth...

Today is July 28.

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That seems to be it for now.

Hope they're safe here and they are read and appreciated.

Nikki