Stone #19 – Syncronicities and Abandonments

Mysteriously led

by syncronicities

and seemingly random


I arrive

into this day

in this skin

under this

particular sky






About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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4 Responses to Stone #19 – Syncronicities and Abandonments

  1. tmhHoover says:

    I think there has been a continuum of synchronizations of late…. or I am just moving to another level of seeing…Wonderful writing. xo

  2. Deceptively simple in its economy of expression and intelligent construction.

  3. Your poetry is truly a breath of fresh air. 🙂

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