Swirls of waterForever etched in stoneIn the dark deep River finding waysThrough undergroundAncient caverns A timeless worldSlowed down drops downOn shortlived heads Breathing ocean airAeons later in mountainsSteps hearts echo © #AndreaCConnolly5.7.2022 9th anniversaryMarble Arch Cave
Inside tree-ribsTwo rose-wings heaveSoft-felt quiver Curled blush-blueSpurred honey-leavesCream-lemon lantern Floating on eastwindFive-fold cornucopiaRing-dyke columbine © #AndreaCConnolly2.4.2022 #haiku #botaiku #poetry
Dark sacred night Disperse dispelOstensible eclipseStar streamClear light from withinGlow in deep mid-winter Bells resoundFrom infant’s miracleMemory unveilsVoices sound throughTime’s voiceless hue Sky lanternOnly in darknesswe see the lightOf a star born childO dark sacred night © #AndreaCConnollyChristmas poem 2021
Winter River … More Winter River
The toneIn your voiceIngrained sacredHeld by river waterMotions of convergenceMeeting moments Precious gingko treeYour two-fold leavesFan tie my infant heart © #AndreaCConnolly10.10.2021 #poetry
Easter at home In prime so highThe sea of treesCriss-crossed searchOf unseen vistasA doe path hidden Found in mudflatsYearning unknownOf the expanseQuest for wide openSpaces of mirrored skies The soul of a sea shellDrawn to ancestral ocean © #AndreaCConnolly2.4.2021 Good Friday
(October 2020) By Andrea Connolly Where does it come fromThis hungerOf moving wide and farThis thirstTo see beyond horizons Where does it lead toThis yearningFor the unseenThis incentive scentOf earthy seas Where do we findThis spaceOf infinite belongingThis home in heartSouls intertwinedTreescapes cloudswifts Where is itto be foundLoveSpringWell © #AndreaCConnolly17.10.2020 All photos © #AndreaCConnolly
Seven years Have come & gone But this Next to none Years of heartache Deceit & loss Went by Human life Strifes to own All is blown Hearts webbed In infant glare Here and everywhere Be aware They are still Close to your pulse Loved ones Of all aeons © #AndreaCConnolly 23.9.2020
Heaven knows … More Heaven Knows
First Advent 2nd December 2018 They shake their crowns Pine, spruce and fir Shiver under a grey blanket Incessant loss of blues The road becomes a river At homely hearth the wreath Laid out in cones and candles A tune from far and past Wells up beside a ladle A proclamation of advent See the … More First Advent
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