Photographed by Susan Koster
For years they knew nothing of each other
Through the familiar gates
Provokingly they streamed in
They collected their thoughts
Images seared into the conscience
Locked in a reflection
A wave to the past
The border of time collapsed
A strap of sharing
Timeless landscape of events sheltered
The touches of Life
Nurtured spots under shaded trees
Flanked by passions and noble living
Old friendships rekindled
New friendships made
non sibi, Not for self
Echoed from the Elm Tree
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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney
It has been seven years since I left the halls of a University, but continuously rooted and recurring in my dreams are assignments uncompleted. This morning I jumped out of bed thinking that I overslept with a black and white exercise book in my hand. Is my dreams steering me towards something I need to explore? Is it conveying a few thoughts and questions about my future? Or are my dreams of late simply a gentle reminder that it is time to act on goals set earlier? Maybe a similar situation has kept reoccurring for you too?
Maybe we are too busy with the day to day happenings in our lives that we have not been listening. As Carl Gustav Jung says it best “It is on the whole probably that we continually dream, but that consciousness makes such a noise that we do not hear it.”
Its lapis eyes
Serrate the setting
Ink works veil in blue
Prime notes lined the writers pad
Crystal spire mimics
As language drops into form.
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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney
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