Joyce Kelly: the
Winds of Fate
by
Vicente Reyes
Poet for a New Age
Earth
arrives quickly into
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your s
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a vibrant ball
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in a hurricane fever,
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a graceful dancer in
bluegreen formfitted tights, tip-toeing swiftly
on clear nothing.
Half of this
gl O bular oasis is illuminated by rays of golden Sun spreading and extending from that
heavenly lamp like a Great Magician's hands reaching to caress a ball of crystal
(clearer than the thoughts of Man).
At sight she is a green-clad acrobat stretched on the tightrope of infinity,
rotating
her savage forest hair and covered peaks toward the light.
Earth, she is like a suckling babe seeking cosmic milk.
She is Mother Earth, vibrating in the sun's impregnating rays.
Earth, as Joy's warmth is caressing her face,
suddenly smiles,
and her strength is made manifest in more green seething growth
split (*.*) ting
rooted boulders, all suddenly discovered among shiny pebbles, pebbles coveRING
everything in Time.
See how shrouded by darkness is the other half of the seedlike globe, yet a soft
silver
light sieves from the Moon through the shades, and the Moon produces her silver from
the
gold of the sun.
Planet Earth, jewel of space,
you smile like an
ecstatic child twirling in celestial bliss
to honor your parents.
Your radiant face is framed
by obsidian tinted strands of night
and the etched
silver moonrays crown you.
Your eyes are softly kissed by blue fires from distant sapphires. They filter through
the ether between the there and the here like time flowing freely in the
hourglass.
Earth spins atop everything else and we prepare for the changing seasons.
©1997, 1998, 2000 Vicente Reyes
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