Gumball #73 Wild Places

rocks still kiss

Photo by Marjorie Pezzoli - Kissing Rocks, Pacific Grove CA

Wildren Places

marked trees cut down 
to find the way home will be harder
a lone willow cups my face

she understands pain
to be in the wilderness of despair 

its branches sweep the ground
reveals a vein of gold 
headed towards the sea

to the place of us
will it be the same? 

roam from stump to stump
count the rings of the fallen
a river of grief swirls at my ankles

scissor birds cut rainbows confetti 
a golden trail goes full spectrum 
the moon rise makes it sparkle

their bird's eye view sees the future
convey possible paths of exploration

footsteps propel me
to the cove of  - what ifs . . .
cannot change the - what was

moonlight beckons me as it did you
waves glisten from the cosmic disco ball

wrote your name in the sand
the red tide lit it up neon blue
felt the echoes of yesterday

for many a year
I paced this shoreline

watched countless stars rise and fall
sat with legs folded - palms opened wide
found you residing within my left ventricle

didn't feel so alone 
in this windswept place

learned to be in two places at once
you guided me through the wilderness 
now back at home with the Oneness and self

© Marjorie Pezzoli

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I told Beau I would not be taking pictures on our walk last night.

When I saw this cloud formation how could I not.

My husband and I have been through a lot these past eleven years since our sweet Alyssa crossed over. The divorce rate is very high for couples that no longer have an earth bound child.

I feel her presence so I do not use “child loss” as a term. Yes, I absolutely miss her hugs and laughter to say the very least. Still let tears flow as needed and discovered their powers. Alyssa is my StarChild who watches over us, and sends synchronistic signs from time to time. 

This year she has guided me to the zone of “whale songs” to soften my grief… definitely a poem waiting to be written.

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till next week - Marjorie