Creative Writing

Turquoise Dreams- I Float In

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I was looking at some of my art this morning and thought to share my old poem once again. ‘What’s old is new again’ I think the saying goes.

Turquoise Dreams

I float in turquoise dreams…

turquoise and gold…

water and sun melting into memories

wrapped in gold and turquoise veils…

I am Osiris of the distant dawn,

dismembered and remembered…

I am Isis, divine wife and mother,

co-creator, equal, empowered…

I am Horus, the offspring of vision,

the knowing one who truly sees…

I am the golden history ship

that floats on forgotten turquoise dreams…

lives mythologized in pieces…

civilizations ship-wrecked in sands…

mirages floating in hot, still air…

I bury the staff and rod,

the robes, the spices, the treasures

of gold and turquoise dreams

and wake up with a smile…

What shall I wear today???

(Shelley Audrey Wilson- September, 2006)

The Great Teachers

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Experiences and Consequences

are the Great Teachers.

Are we paying attention?

“It is far better to heal

suffering and pain

than to cause it.

It is far better to prevent

suffering and pain

than to heal it.”

(Every action is a shifting

movement of Energy

creating Experiences.

Every inaction also creates

responsibilities and its

resulting Experiences.)

Are we paying attention?

Are we discerning,

remembering and learning

or just reliving our mistakes?

Everyone makes mistakes.

Do we learn from our mistakes

with the courage that it takes

to turn it all around?

Do we pull ourselves up

to be the best we can be

or drug, drunk and dumb down

causing many others pain?

Do we help pull our species up

to the best that it can be

or push and crush it down

with disrespect for ourselves

and every other life around?

Every Cause has Effect

that ripples through us all

to either rise or fall.

“It’s far better to heal

suffering and pain

than to cause it.

It’s far better to prevent

suffering and pain

than to heal it.”

Do we hear our Teachers now?

May 15, 2022

Shelley Wilson

Halloween Costume

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This and Other Realities

Halloween Costume

My head softly pillowed,

I’m snuggled in my bed.

Curtains open to blue-black sky,

I watch the shadowed trees

sway gently in the breeze

as they slowly mesmerize…

Before my eyes, ghost clouds pass by

in vaporous, ethereal shapes

like costumed children having fun,

imaginations run wild…

A meteor streaks across the sky

to join the fun at play

by lighting up the night

too fast to cause a fright

as it adds wonder to my delight…

Between the clouds, the twinkling stars

now become more than distant lights.

They beckon me to where they are

above the glow of city lights,

above the ghostly clouds of white,

above the realm of Earthly sights…

I’ll close my eyes and leave behind

the dreams of humankind…

I’ll wear my body of bright starlight.

I’ll dance among the stars.

I’ll twirl and swirl and sway

until the break of day.

Then I’ll wake upon my pillow

still snuggled in my bed.

October 30, 2021

Shelley Wilson

When The Time Is Write (Revised)

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When The Time Is Write (Revised)

For me, there is no Special Time

scheduled ‘best’ or ‘right’

when the time is Write.

My ‘Everyday Eyes’ just close tight

to all distractions

when the time is Write.

They gain a glaze of Inner Sight

with hawkish focus

when the time is Write.

My ‘Write Eyes’ twinkle in Delight

with heart mined words

when the time is Write.

How well my loved ones Know

what I’m about

when the time is Write.

(2014, Revised October 23, 2021- Shelley Wilson)