Month: March 2023

One-Sided Conversations

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A Photo Metaphor of an old photo I took before

One-Sided Conversations

you know those one-sided conversations…

you do all the talking and no one else

can get in a word or two…

someone else does all the talking

talk talk talk but where are you-

silent or hoping to say…

well perhaps uh-hu- hm-hm- you do…

even cherished words in holy books

can be one-sided conversations

repeated from a long distant past…

ancient words spoken and written

words translated words interpreted

words of histories and mythologies

made sacred and made to last…

some understandings rules rituals

traditions simply stuck in the past…

continuous one-sided conversations

repeated hypnotizing repetitions

words repeated in mind-body actions…

someone else does all the talking

talk talk talk but where are you-

a head full of someone’s words

even thinking their thoughts too…

or perhaps you do all the talking

your head so full of words streaming now

even God can’t get in a word or two-

that two-sided conversation now-

clear loving uplifting understandings…

words feelings experiences now

is impossible you say- crazy you say

repeating someone’s words of yesterday-

reliving the past even today…

listen…

March 11, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Fun With Photos

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digital art from a photo I took at the Boston Museum
digital art from a photo I took here in Victoria, BC
digital art from a photo I took in Egypt
digital art from a photo I took in Kirkland Lake, Ontario
digital art from a photo I took of an arrangement I made in Kirkland Lake

My Heart Remembers (revised)

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My Heart Remembers

some think rebirth a fiction

but my heart remembers you…

i look into your eyes and see

deep buried love that used to be

the wonder the joy in other lives

our souls both true love graced…

my heart remembers you…

another time another place

a different name a different face

despite it all i recognize

your being in another guise

your soul in its disguise…

my heart remembers you…

free to travel time and space

by our spirits’ loving grace

here and now we meet again

forgetting what once was

till only love itself remains…

my heart remembers you…

we are a mystery to solve

ever changing to evolve

finding love held deep inside

entangled love that never dies…

here and now we meet again

strangers not strangers once again

now once more you say to me

you seem so familiar

have we met before…

yes my heart remembers you…

February 18, 1993- revised 2005-

revised March 10, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Play It Again…

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Play It Again…

a song a film a game

plays over again again again…

a feeling of deja vu…

here we’ve done it again

with ifs and wishes and dreams…

it all seems so familiar

your clothes your face your hair

have we done it all before

it feels like we’ve been

playing out another version

of a story lived before…

you see me and i see you

a dance of time in repetition

same rhythms same pace

moving through space and place

yet open to free will choice

moving in differently directions

moving together again…

have we done this before

how do i seem to know you

i’ve always loved your…

but you’ve never seen it before…

many open potential-portals

many entrance and exit points…

someone i’d like you to meet…

do you move forward or retreat

oh- perhaps another time…

or- will i see you again

it all depends… how do you feel

please don’t take that…

i have a feeling you say…

or- why don’t we take a chance

i have a good feeling i say…

a song a film a game a life

shall we play it over again

shall we add a few revisions

to words to dids and didn’ts

perhaps cut and redo it again…

March 10, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Bright Yellow Chairs

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moments caught by technology- my daughter and me

Bright Yellow Chairs

a cool day by cold water

beneath a moody winter sky

mountains in the distance

bright yellow chairs in a row

beautiful to behold

strong enough supported

and anchored to withstand

fierce winds and stormy weather…

yesterday my daughter and I

took photos of her and me

my request- soon to be 73…

moments caught by technology

reminders for when I’m gone

or when she’s gone before me…

we sit on those deathly cold chairs

taking turns- laughing smiling

wrinkles erased by distance

battle-scars of weathered living

covered by warm coats of love…

my daughter and I- friends forever

together in so many lives

as with my son- family- friends

soul companions- friends forever…

undaunted by stormy worlds

though cold- uninviting- fierce

together we just jump in

staying a while- little or long…

photos taken- we moved on

to other scenes and other stories

experiences to live and to share

bringing the warmth of loving care…

March 9, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC