Selene Steese
@shamanselene.bsky.social
Poet, writer, writing teacher, food shaman,word shaman, progressive
Reposted by Selene Steese
Your eyes glisten when you listen to that song of us, they shine with every love line in the tune we sighed, the bright of your light as the melody hits those highs, the remarkable sparkle of the verse unrehearsed, our musical trance enhanced by the golden glow of our slow dance.
#vss365
#vss365
December 23, 2024 at 2:59 PM
Your eyes glisten when you listen to that song of us, they shine with every love line in the tune we sighed, the bright of your light as the melody hits those highs, the remarkable sparkle of the verse unrehearsed, our musical trance enhanced by the golden glow of our slow dance.
#vss365
#vss365
I agree
The atoms of the iron
inside the blood
pumping through your heart
were eons ago
ejected into space
by a distant supernova.
You are a celestial being.
inside the blood
pumping through your heart
were eons ago
ejected into space
by a distant supernova.
You are a celestial being.
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media.tenor.com
December 24, 2024 at 7:42 AM
I agree
I was a river flowing
on a mountain covered with snow.
I was a tiny spider spinning webs
of glorious rainbow.
I was the final breath
of a great matriarch in India.
I am a poet wandering
forever and afar.
on a mountain covered with snow.
I was a tiny spider spinning webs
of glorious rainbow.
I was the final breath
of a great matriarch in India.
I am a poet wandering
forever and afar.
December 12, 2024 at 5:13 AM
I was a river flowing
on a mountain covered with snow.
I was a tiny spider spinning webs
of glorious rainbow.
I was the final breath
of a great matriarch in India.
I am a poet wandering
forever and afar.
on a mountain covered with snow.
I was a tiny spider spinning webs
of glorious rainbow.
I was the final breath
of a great matriarch in India.
I am a poet wandering
forever and afar.
Haiku
At who looks the moon?
At her twin on the water
floating in the reeds.
At who looks the moon?
At her twin on the water
floating in the reeds.
December 3, 2024 at 7:07 AM
Haiku
At who looks the moon?
At her twin on the water
floating in the reeds.
At who looks the moon?
At her twin on the water
floating in the reeds.
Sunset over Oakland
December 2, 2024 at 11:58 PM
Sunset over Oakland
This deserves to be shared far and wide💖
Not really a poem, more of a quote.
“I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.”
―Anaïs Nin
“I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.”
―Anaïs Nin
December 2, 2024 at 5:04 AM
This deserves to be shared far and wide💖
Reposted by Selene Steese
Writers of novels
and such
may claim the sun,
but it’s the poets
who own the moon.
s.b.
and such
may claim the sun,
but it’s the poets
who own the moon.
s.b.
November 28, 2024 at 3:45 PM
Writers of novels
and such
may claim the sun,
but it’s the poets
who own the moon.
s.b.
and such
may claim the sun,
but it’s the poets
who own the moon.
s.b.