The fire of knowing you
pulled up from the earth where you knew me in the clay
where soul friends played double dutch
pulled tarot
unwound wishes in diaries with gold locks
this day in minutes told
around the corner from the moon
newness
a new year
coming from the west to the west
upended in that time you wanted to travel to the desert
unravel the mystery of the missing piece of your
wait, was that a s’more over there?
the monkey takes your mallow on a stick
it’s charred in the fire
like a phoenix baby, you pull off the blackened coat
revealing that goopy center
now take it slowly and watch the caramel
those are your wishes
impetuous
burnt
sealed by your ancestors
calling you home
walk the path they found too rocky
strap on your boots
pull from the strength of your thighs
reach up and set your desires on fire
then hold them between squares of chocolate
melting
and shield them one more time
graham sentinels
until you take a bite of this life
savor the memory of your choosing
sit in the minute of the now
close your eyes, inhale and look up
it’s the moon
she will keep your promises
just wish
ready, one, two and
the embers are still burning
lighted by green brown blue
spring, earth, ocean
trust me, this time you’ll fly
Rebecca Inspires Now 
One must not merely read poetry, but savor it … take in what the poet is striving to convey with her lyricism. I certainly did with this one … thank you, Rebecca, for starting my day with such a beautiful gift. xoxo
Oh dear Stacey! Thank you my dear! I love how you get my lyrics! 💓
Good way to begin my day! My husband is recovering from colon surgery, and the poetry is uplifting!
I’m so thrilled to know this gave you a lift dear Nancy! Sending your husband healing energy. ✨
Good to see you are still being creative my dear. Hope all is well in your world.
I’m still dealing with my Dad’s estate and MISSING him like crazy. This being an orphan is hard. I am blessed to have had both my parents for 65 years and my Dad for nearly 70 years of my life. But still…
I’ll stop whining 😋. Take care lady. Lynda
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Oh beautiful Lynda, I’m sending you a ton of love and a giant hug! Grieving and missing isn’t whining. Give yourself room for it, my friend! And thank you for reading and writing to me. Love you!
Rebecca, beautiful poem, beautiful cadence, sensual after-tones as it rolls around like a good port with a bite of semi-sweet chocolate – not too much, but just right. Happy New Year, Friend!
Oh thank you so much, Morie! How lovely! I’m so grateful for how you get my intentions in all my dimensions! Happy New Year❣