Karen Jones Poet Rhyme

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Written 1/19/25 For Embodying the Light Contest 

 

 

 

Embodying The Light

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truth imbibed

awaits assimilation

we feel it in our bones

in time dissolved meditation 

Like babes we suckle turquoise truth
Growing esteem umbilical cord lines
For love a fuchsia fountain of youth
Preserves souls empowers with divine 

I am no longer settling for carnality 
The light within outgrew human shell
Universe invites me to light dynasty 
Quenching thirst from ethereal well

Welcomed as individuals yet part
Of the galactic rainbow of soul
Embodying the lights of our heart
Creating a beautiful universal halo

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Krish Radhakrishna January 29, 2025 at 1:54 PM Beautifully done! Love your images that flick through my mind! All the best in the contest. Karen Jones February 2, 2025 at 10:56 PM Thank you so much Krish!

Reason A. Poteet January 25, 2025 at 8:31 AM Great entry, Karen. I particularly like the concept of halo; unseen but I can attest to an aura that certain persons emit that is undoubtedly akin to the divine. I am still pondering your turquoise truth and fuchcia fountain of which I can not yet place except for the appeal of alliteration, which I love. Karen Jones January 25, 2025 at 1:10 PM The fuchsia is in the purple family my favorite color to show passion and royalty in African culture. So a nod to the ancestors with a fuchsia fountain of youth! Honored you like it dear poet. Karen Jones January 25, 2025 at 1:09 PM I had an aunt who was clairvoyant and saw colors around people and things unique to them. In my mind blue is a color of loyalty like true blue. Turquoise is a jewel of beauty closer to blue but not quite as we are not always fully truthful.

Gershon Wolf January 20, 2025 at 7:55 PM This poem is more soothing than Mylanta. It's good for what upsets me. That's for sure. Thanks, Karen. Karen Jones January 20, 2025 at 8:03 PM Thanks Gershon!