Simply 6 Minutes – Time and Space

Raven’s poem helping to feel not so alone

About the Jez of It

Inspired by and written for Simply 6 Minutes – thank you, Christine

This just takes me to my spiritual home, Avebury. It’s so close to my actual home too. To get there we have to travel through a patchwork of fields, lavender and crops. Is it an ancient temple, well, for many of us Pagans it sure is now. Blessed be. Here goes…

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Time and Space
Form: American Sonnet

In ancient wonder I found sacred peace
Fair Selene, called my name, I’m not alone
My back against rock as life stresses cease
In the silence of the mind’s arcane dream
Where ley lines cross amid mystic stone
And the grass dances in her lunar beam
A reminder here I’m not on my own
For time stops, standing still inside this place
And the spirit soars as the heart can gleam
To smile again upon her silver face
Once more…

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d’Verse Poet’s Pub: Eating Out

Merrill asks us to write a poem of any style about a restaurant.

Going out for some fast food I often find myself
looking for the best of deals, no package off the shelf
I want my food cooked right there so I can see it when its done
Watching people cook up food can be a lot of fun
When I’m at a Mcdonald’s I see the patties cooked
I wonder if the cooker’s cares that I just took a look.
At the nearby steak place I smell and see the grill
They tell you that it tastes so good and usually it will
I used to do a salad bar before I heard the facts
People do not wash their hands or cover up their hacks.
When I think too hard about the food I get when I am out
I start to gag near hurling too, trying not to shout
“Go back home, this place is gross, they drop things on the floor
Grab your stuff but leave your food and head right out the door!
Bugs are here, the grill is burnt, oh God there is a hair!”
I grab my stuff and pay the bill to end this whole nightmare.

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