Harmony
All
that is not yet spoken
Is
written between the
Pages
of two and three
In the
language of our time
Words
enter my soul
Like a
verbal tattoo
The son
of Saul
Desperately
seeks
A Greek
rabbi
Bless
the dead
Bless
the living
Pray
upon the iconography
Don’t
worship the in-between
The
calla lily signifies departure
Grief
hypnotizes like absence seizures
My
voice is blind in the starlight
Hymns
vibrate in my sternum
Harmony
between body and spirit
Almost found
In crystal
waters
Tears
drop and stagnate
Watermelon-pink
coral
Embedded
in grains of sand
A lone
sea-star glistens
Home is
a rock-pool
Unreachable
sounds fade
Echo
beach lost in a shell
Atlantis
is (not) a myth
Poseidon’s
trident rattles earth
As
words lift off the page and
Into my
breath, sound and body
I begin
to hear beauty and meaning
In the
cosmos of exposed souls
Arm in
arm
In the
pearly rain
You
call me back with your song
The
truth is as bare as my hand
On the
tips of my bleeding fingers
I fall
silent in my shedding skin
I watch
my own regrowth with sting
When
will the pain wane?
The
storm arrived
It
changed the day
From a
golden glow
To a
colour without colour
Mother says
Close
your eyes and dream of
A
garden filled with sunflowers
Put one
hand on your heart
And one
on the trunk of a tree
Like moshaereh, you are now
In the
fine company of poetry
We
catch words with freedom
Clouds
hold our thoughts
Solitude
is a self-love
Skywrite
a dream
Angels
visit us
Flowers
rain
How
time
Fly’s
by
Gone
Fotoula Reynolds is a retired Education Support Aide. She lives in the Dandenong Ranges in southern Australia and began writing poetry in 2016. She regularly participates in spoken word events in and around the city of Melbourne.
She is
the author of three poetry collections – The Sanctuary of my Garden,
Silhouettes and Along the Macadam Road. She is published in four Australian poetry
anthologies and her poems appear internationally in magazines, journals and
reviews (online and print).
Fotoula
is a 2019 Pushcart Prize nominee.
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