One Poem by Fotoula Reynolds

 

The duration of life

 

I look up at the mountain

And it blasts my heart open

I am gnarly in my soul, today

So, I embroider my loneliness

With cross-stitches of yours

Because I am naive of

The duration of life

 

A weave of longing and

A call to journey

Pulls on my every thread

No matter where my soles are

On earth, through sky and sun

And a forest moistened by

The breath of god

 

I feel regal in the space of

Stillness like being born

Kissed by stars and crowned

By the light of the moon

This is where I meet patience

In night’s nameless place

 

Time survives inside

The more than ordinary

Surface of words and

It pings on memories

That are lost in a landscape

Too far away to radiate

The wisdom of my ancestors

 

A runway of humble trees

Don’t allow my life to sink

They appear timidly in  

Dreams and heartbeats

Begging my attention for

A moment before slowly fading

Fotoula Reynolds is a writer of poetry, born in Australia of Greek heritage. She convenes a poetry group in her local community and regularly attends and participates in spoken word events in and around the city of Melbourne. She is the author of three poetry collections and is published widely in anthologies, journals, reviews and magazines and was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2019.

 

Also by Fotoula Reynolds:     The sanctuary of my garden

                                                Silhouettes

                                                Along the Macadam Road