Invisible threads connect us in time-storms to our loved ones on this windswept day and blue-moon night.
by Andrea Connolly
31.10.2020 Halloween
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One thought (for Halloween)
by Andrea Connolly
Category: arise
by Andrea Connolly
The mystic blackforest
The mystic blackforest
The sky threw a shroud
Too flimsy to cover it all
The colourful tree tops
That root in brooked valleys
Thread autumn to grey-cold
The gust of wind-strewn
Time-worm ochre, sienna
Tinged sap and wine
This is the fabric of fairy-tales
30.10.2018
© By Andrea Connolly
Soul Flight
Through my eyes my soul flies to glints of reflection. A mosaic opens a window that is there and is not there. Drawn to an artists impression of a crowned lady. Connection in my heart to our lady. Angels flutter and kneel. The king, the queen, human beings and yet not so much. An image of believing, belonging and longing. Out of the blue I wish I could see what I feel what is real on a different invisible level. – 17th July 2018 by Andrea Connolly
Roots want to see the Light
There is beauty in twistedness and scars.
Resolve and resilience is at the heart of a living being.
Growing old with burdens, pain and oppression, yet, growing.
There is a map on your body that tells stories of utmost treasure. It is most visible at dawn, in the softest light. You extended your roots. What once was in your infanthood and by vernal adventures reached a threshold. Now you reach up to the sky, out wide to be stark.
Roots want to see the light and you make your story seen to the attentive eye.
20th February 2017 ©By Andrea Connolly
Winter´s End
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There are subtle signs of winter breathing his last breath for this cycle. Some go by calendar, by moon, by folklore or by the lengthening of days.
Some say winter is coming in any season.
Antarctica is covered in ice and snow never to loose most of its cap.
The globe is frost in relations, fire in war. World leaders struggle in winter minds of eternal frost and one might think spring will never be the same again. Human minds will never be just lead by words. Appearances and guises of the mind lead to believe. Truth is true or twisted. Alternative was once organic. Now it is fiction. Will we ever shed our winter minds to admire snow drops, blue bells and daffodils again? It seems naïve to even wish such a thing. And yet, nature helps us cope with changes. It gives us hope to find other human beings believing in the future. Beyond all human machinations there is another world awaiting where love is not just a word. We live in a vast galaxy hoping to be somehow held by divine intervention .
Lets hope together for winter´s end!
8th February 22017 ©By Andrea Connolly
Recurrence
1 The old faces are but shadows
Lingering
Never seeing the light
The light though
Stands out from the shades
To be shining
Alight from true essence
Carried above the shallow
2 Soul divers come up
Breaking the surface
Shadows are mere fleeting souls
They leave
No impact
Nor inspiration
3 Ghosts is what they are
Old faces withered
Contorted
The net of lies
Will be their undoing
Brave hearts rise
To take the crown
Once more
4 It is in our hearts
To to go the highway
When they go low
Over and under and behind
Each other
Till they know no more
Than a fallen leaf
Fall before their time
The summer’s end
Ere
The circle finds its rhythm
In another realm
27th of July
By Andrea Connolly
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Red Amaryllis
A true follower of the pink blush one
She reddened with vermillion veins
Every line a verse written on velvet flames
She trumpets her heart out
In silence
11th of April 2016 by Andrea Connolly
White Hyacinth with a Greenish Tint
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Hyacinths in white
Spring queens blush
In purple dreams
Want to be daffodils
Yet those never multiply
Their scent as the gliders
That reach for light
Chartreuse to cream
Fragrant spring
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31st January 2016
©Words and photograph
By Andrea Connolly
SAYING – 3rd
When the windfall of pain
Seizes and paralyses the body
A storm of thoughts unforeseen
Flood and grace the soul in turn
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5th of January 2016 – ©copyright by Andrea Connolly
The Force awakens
Imagination is captured and played out in the living room. Star wars of little brothers. The force awakens strongest in the youngest one…
17th December – Andrea Connolly
flotsam - jetsam: A philosopher´s exploration 