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IRIDESCENCE.

I welcome into my life all that was aligned and pushed away.
I welcome into my life trust.
Trust to allow the walls to shatter into a million pieces of foam.
Foam to form.
Foam to fade.
Foldable.
Mouldable.
Digressed.
I allow steps inward.
Closer, closer.
No need to run.
No need to chase.
Allow the discomfort.
Breath.
Breathe.
Trust.
No games.
Allowing.
Allowing the illusions to move through my being.
Wash away the mess.
White mist.
Pure form.
No dust.
Iridescence.

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LAY UPON THE MANTLE.

Lay upon the Mantle.

When you take me through the storm.
You lay your hand upon my heart and rest me still.
There I layed upon the mantle of mist.
Held, caressed by Mothers breast.
Upon the Earth of times layed by a nearing of the song.
It shall call you, you shall hear it.
It sings your hearts true song.
The surges, vibration.
The tremors of flow.
Rising high, rising low.
A quiver of Earth.
Shake to fall.
So the dust does settle.
Risen up.
Yellow sun.
The call.

Written by Helen Rebecca Hart.

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NEON – ORANGE.

Neon- orange.
The chills.
Joy sublime.
Creativity opens.
Sensuality high.
Breathe in the colour.
Movement ignites.
As the fire within.
Peaks sexual highs.
Shivers my spine.
No timber in sight.
Nor pirate.
Yet Parrots speak.
Colours.
No eyes.
Vibrations.
Seductive.
Velvet within.
True inner bliss.
Union.
No sin.

Written by Helen Rebecca Hart

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THE TORREY, THE CALL.

On lock in lockdown,
Glass on eye.
Blue petals,
Confusion,
The days went by.
The torrey,
Took time,
Mine to call.
I made the choice,
To raise them all.
Pink petals,
Hot pink,
Pure love,
Lips sync.
Green lay still,
Beyond the hill,
We heard the call,
Together.
Through all.
There’s no distinction,
Big nor small.
Eyes.
Gates open.
Golden.
Call.

Poem + paint – Helen Rebecca Hart.

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GOLDEN ARM.

As I rise.
In the eyes.
Of the rose of rock.
Withers ways of green days.
Old Shepard flock.
Till the nigh.
Held deep inside.
One must delve within.
Bearer of lamp.
You will find.
That which up till now.
Had been fully hidden.
As the hand.
Pushes down.
In the deepest gut.
The fist of fate.
Will elate.
In the hand of God.