Poetry by Shannon L. Delsol
Spirituality
Pesky Woodpecker Eucalyptus Trees Meditate in Autumn Paths of Intellect sweet Envoys When Mother Woke Us Dunes Rags Anima Mouth of Columbia one of mine my woodlands Master's Smile Spin Me Again I Have No Use for Words Absolute Exchange When I Was Wood Plaza de Toros Beautifully Transparent I Sit With Him I Sleep in Shades of Ochre It Writes Itself Upon Me I Am Your Own Reflection Loving Him is Like That Tethered He Must Be Loving Me The Rainbow People Within His Fluid Womb Sowing Seeds Trifles i am ripe Our Humble Natures Another Wave The Spirit Wants Handful of Dreams Nocturnal Meetings Moth Against a Window My Vast Ingratitude Rebecca Buddha Lourdes I Am Awe In Music Open 24/7 Stomach Ache Disbelief One Attribute
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The Rainbow People
They kiss my cheeks in colors - flickering faces, behind closed eyes. My Rainbow people; friends from another time. How I long to rejoin them, in the prism; blue beneath the green. Written August 6, 2002
They kiss my cheeks in colors - flickering faces, behind closed eyes. My Rainbow people; friends from another time. How I long to rejoin them, in the prism; blue beneath the green.
Written August 6, 2002
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The Rainbow People
