
She is transcendental mist,
the glow between the veils,
bright spirals of madness,
strung together heartbeats
in my beloved darkness.
© Angela Bigler 2020
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She is transcendental mist,
the glow between the veils,
bright spirals of madness,
strung together heartbeats
in my beloved darkness.
© Angela Bigler 2020
photo credit: starmist1 Moonlight and Clouds via photopin (license)
I meet her on a street corner in Brooklyn.
Turquoise hair, smoky shadowed eyelids,
Dark smudge lipstick cigarette.
She exhales a dragon.
She says she’s dying anyway,
and living, and dying again.
It never ends, like a labyrinth dream
like a myth.
I notice the angry scars on her wrists.
“Did it hurt?” I ask, pointing.
She shrugs and flicks an ash. “Doesn’t everything?”
“What was it like on the other side?”
“Same thing—dark and light.”
Young Nyx ©Angela Bigler 2020
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Call me Angela
Call me the Dawn Rabbit.
The inside one,
the dreaming
forest spirit,
soft and fast.
©ABigler 2020
photo credit: Fr@ηk Don’t eat them, just caress them 😉 via photopin (license)
How quickly the light flickers
Then she burns again
©Angela Bigler 2020
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Whoever said you’d stay the same is wrong.
Blood, water, flame.
Things change, like the elements—like me.
They weren’t yet cocooned, transformed, unfurled
in the fiery quest for their truth.
Now you become phoenix—
Healed and protected,
Inspired, transcendent.
Forged into me as I am into you.
© Angela Bigler 2020
photo credit: alisonleighlilly Give Creativity: Word(s) of the Day 2/23/2016 via photopin (license)
I am the poem goddess and
I dance on feathered visions,
fly above my little self
and send down birdsong wisdom.
“One day you’ll be a goddess
full of dancing, feathered visions,
you will be a poem song,
a strong and brilliant woman.”
When her hazel eyes get wide
I know that she has listened.
My songs live inside her heart,
she feels the goddess rhythm.
©Angela Bigler 2018
photo credit: amber10_79 Angel Baby via photopin (license)
I didn’t know about fortune.
It was treasure you hunted,
or magically found,
something inherited.
Now I see it is grown
of a tiny seed planted,
deep in the soil of me.
©AngelaBigler 2017
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Two Leo moons orbit the heart of my sky.
Warm gravity bonds – flows with love.
Love, the essence of our days together.
What was it they said about love?
It’s everything. It’s all you need. It’s vast and unexpected.
Two Leo Moons – mother and daughter, soft and bright.
We take big chances in the life – rearrange the heart,
accommodate each other’s limbs and prayers.
Mother Moon, I wanted you to stay with me,
but your path led to heaven’s spirit place.
Daughter moon, I wished for your safety,
but now I see your path must breathe.
Follow your paws to uncharted islands,
rainforest jungles, oceans and sand.
Journeys, wishes, wisdoms born of you.
Beyond the moments our hearts beat together,
our celestial roots stretch endlessly,
beam across your distant lands,
where lionesses roar and dream.
We reach up to the heavens,
through realms and mysteries.
Two Leo moons, one Libra heart
spin through the galaxy.
© Angela Bigler 2016
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