Poetry Archives | Julie Stephenson

Nov 22

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A force which goes unnoticed

Water holds and carries the life from above in its reflection

Nov 22

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Water dances

Water dances under and over stones weaving

Nov 22

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Struggles in the Shadows

Struggles in the shadows. Sometimes the greatest struggles are found in the shadows, where strength grows and

Nov 22

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Dreams from uncertain depths

Dreams arise from uncertain depths choosing to play interacting connecting with profound and innate knowing that which has been forgotten for so long and now touched upon and felt.

Nov 22

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98

I see him absent watching his memories. The emptiness of

Nov 22

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Aeons Ago

Aeons ago reaching for the sunlight then falling into darkness being compressed

Nov 22

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The Unseen The wind tickles my hair in the darkness. It flirts, trying to find openings between my clothing and my warm skin, trying to find refuge from the cold, to be comforted by the warmth close to my heart. The hands of the night gently cradle and lift my jaw, tilting my head backward, lifting my head to the stars, to the curved round whiteness, to the darkness adorned with jewels. The hungry chasm in my eye searches for images. What is within and beyond my vision? Is that which fills the belly of this chasm the only reality? The sperm on its’ journey intuitively moves toward its’ glowing destination. Is it aware of what is beyond that dark tunnel of flesh? Blackness is my breath. The memory of the sparkling sky is etched on to the back of my eyelids. I feel. I hear. I am the wind rushing through the leaves. I am the stream, stones softly rattling. I am the wave skidding across the sand. I am the blood surging through my arteries. The wind waits. It stops searching for comfort. Stillness Squeaking calls alert all to the opening of the east. The carmine glow gently […]

Nov 20

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Not Alone

Exposed - on hardened layered blocks of rocks - in the limelight. At first glance alone

Nov 19

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In a Photograph

Small fingers flutter goodbyes smiles shiny shoes - first important days in a photograph, held in

Nov 19

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In a shell

A shell, lay exposed, on the sandy chest of the earth. My finger caresses the smooth spiral gently rising

Nov 19

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Memories…

Nothing ever stays the same. Time... like the flow of a flooding river leaves traces of experience in my mind; deposits

Nov 19

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Into the mist of trust

Uncertain steps over unfamiliar terrain Into the mist of trust.

Nov 19

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Connection

Pulsing heartbeats on pressing chests, experience - shared in communion. The journey to Self, exploration

Nov 19

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Patiently

Tick Drips Tock Drops Patiently Frozen water from

Nov 19

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Over time….

over time the embrace of intimacy and strength over rock and

Nov 19

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The Unseen

The wind tickles my hair in the darkness. It flirts, trying to find openings between my clothing and my warm skin, trying to find refuge from the cold, to be comforted