“I had always been able to see” – Lucia Sullivan

Golden Butterfly art by Gothic Ice Cream @ DeviantArt

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I had always been able to see

” I had always been able to see.
Acutely aware of the spaces in between.
Touching faces with tender hands.
Long gazes into faces and eyes,
Searching for the miracle,
For the missing pieces.
That I must,
Have left behind.
In the yonder world.
Beyond the sky.
In the stillness of dreams and flight paths.
Where Angels make filtered noises to remind them of the music here.
As close as they could get without materializing.
Making me sing down here for their amusement.
Now I remember,
How I longed for a voice.
So,
I traded in my wings.
To speak.
To laugh.
To feel the passion and burning of emotions,
In motions of time slots.
Here in the weight world of lunatics and shouting.
Where voices are so heavy they can blow up the world.
But I needed to see.
I needed to feel.
I needed to sing and feel the sway of a drum beat.
So,
I traded in my wings for some chains and collars.
When I removed them,
My spirit went wild.
And the Angels pushed me back to the floor.
Reminding me of my sacrifice.
I had traded in whispers for expressions of great feeling.
So,
I must feel.
As time fades into night and my spirit takes her journey home.
In dreamland,
I will remember the weightlessness of the yonder world.
Where I could not sing too loud.
Where I could not know the feel of cool water on a hot blurry day.
Where I could not walk down a long dirt road and feel the cool soil on my bare feet.
But oh.
Oh,
How I long to fly .
And tonight I will fly.
Back to the yonder world.
In my journey dream home.”

Written by Lucia Sullivan Copyright 2017 all rights reserved

 

luciasullivanpoetry

New York

I am a clairvoyant, poet, writer, and seer. I believe all things are moving towards the light. I love music, dancing, boating, nature, and animals.

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“The Old Place” – Lucia Sullivan

Lucia Sullivan

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The Old Place

” Down out the old place in the morning dew,
Tin roof shining with the dawning,
New.
The old kitchen sat right across the way.
Grandpa sat on the steps with few words to say.
He patted my back and gave me a hug.
I could feel the warmness of his heart give a tug.
His overalls defined him in their stripes and blue.
Skinny and strong with a smile or two.
We went walking down the old dirt road.
To pick some berries and maybe find a toad.
He was brisk and fast as he went that way.
In the dusty sunshine on a fine summer day.
He pulled off his hat and starting filling it up.
I giggled and helped him with a small tin cup.
We walked back fast and I held his hand.
He was as gentle and strong as any man’s man.
I walked up the rocks and then up the steps.
We handed them to grandma and gave a long hard breath.
Fans sat in corners and blew my hair around.
A small plastic cup of water and bare feet to the ground.
Down at the old place in the morning dew.
Where everything will be,
Forever new.” 

Written by Lucia Sullivan Copyright 2017 all rights reserved

 

luciasullivanpoetry

New York

I am a clairvoyant, poet, writer, and seer. I believe all things are moving towards the light. I love music, dancing, boating, nature, and animals.

 

Astral Travel – Lucia Sullivan

City of Angels by Bernadette Wulf @ Wulf Visionary Art

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Astral Travel

“Drifting off to dream,
In the twilight zone.
Far from body, house and home.
Astral traveling at midnight.
Full moons circle,
Past my flight.
Wings of doves and ravens feet.
Upwards toward the highest peak .
The flight of Angels,
Past my head.
I knew that I
Was asleep,
I was not dead.
I drifted out,
In the twilight zone.
In astral flight.
So far from home. “

Written by Lucia Sullivan Copyright 2017 all rights reserved

luciasullivanpoetry

New York

I am a clairvoyant, poet, writer, and seer. I believe all things are moving towards the light. I love music, dancing, boating, nature, and animals.

“I had been a thousand faces” – Lucia Sullivan

Mask @ Fort Collins Museum of Contemporary Art

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“I had been a thousand faces”

– ♥ –

“I had been a thousand faces.
Maybe more.
Until ,
I met you.
I had broken every glass.
Every plate had fallen.
None left spinning,
In the madness ,
Of finding you.
Back.
Back to the meager beginning.
To the woods and the pines.
To the moaning’s at midnight,
Of strange animals.
Animals that were hidden to me in the day.
I had searched for them ,
And their noises.
Back to the bees buzzing around two shabby wooden boxes,
That I did not understand .
That I knew to respect.
Somehow.
Someway.
I walked in my footsteps backwards.
So far back that I could feel the water in her belly,
Swell up around me.
And what I found,
Was not a beginning.
Not a beginning of anything.
Just a rebirth.
A constant knowing.
A constant presence.
That I had been .
A million times.
In a million different places.
And all that mattered,
Was how much ,
I had loved.”

 

Written by Lucia Sullivan  Copyright 2017 all rights reserved

luciasullivanpoetry

New York

I am a clairvoyant, poet, writer, and seer. I believe all things are moving towards the light. I love music, dancing, boating, nature, and animals.

“You Talked To Me” – Lucia Sullivan

At: Maryam Morrison on Love

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“You Talked To Me”

” You talked to me where the wounds had left holes in your soul.
You spoke in foreign tongues of negative and hopeless voices.
I told you to leave them alone or they would stretch bigger.
But you refused.
Those voices had taken a strong hold.
You lived there.
Bleeding.
I mimicked you a time or two.
I heard your voice in my despair.
I reminded myself of your madness and I quickly became a seamstress of the wounded area.
I still believe,
You could be sewn up.
By a miraculous hand .
One,
With a needle so fine and true,
That not even you,
Could pick apart the stitches.
I have envisioned your transformation a thousand times.
Back home.
Back to life.
Whole.
And in that bridge too far,
Is hope.
And that,
That is my one and only voice. “

Written by Lucia Sullivan copyright 2017 all rights reserved

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luciasullivanpoetry

New York

I am a clairvoyant, poet, writer, and seer. I believe all things are moving towards the light. I love music, dancing, boating, nature, and animals.

” If a Tree Falls In the Forest” – Lucia Sullivan

Mixed Media Girl Sister Painting ~ by Sascalia @ Etsy

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” If a Tree Falls In the Forest”

” The field was mist and shivers,
In the dewy Spring of Pines.
The soil smelled like the rivers,
Where the creek made Willows whine.
I walked with no restrictions.
No obligation to the world.
Just a skip a hop and limber.
A Country,
Tree feet girl.
There was no noise or trembles.
That the world,
She whistles loud.
No hustling of the people’s,
In a stomach aching ,
Crowd.
Only clouds above me.
With the rocks under my feet.
Walking in the silent woods,
Where new and old would meet.
I walked where grandma walked there.
When she too had heard no noise.
She did not need much either.
No town or treasure toys.
Just earth things in their beauty.
The moss on ground to touch.
The soft soil caressing my bare feet.
I miss that comfort,
So much.
We traveled in the sunshine.
Each season had it’s day.
The cold reminded us to be thankful.
The warmth reminded us to play.
We were forever melted there.
Like hearts carved on the trees.
Two little girls ,
Raised by the dust.
And carried by the breeze.”

Written by Lucia Sullivan copyright 2017 all rights reserved

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luciasullivanpoetry

New York

I am a clairvoyant, poet, writer, and seer. I believe all things are moving towards the light. I love music, dancing, boating, nature, and animals.

“That Old Wood Porch” – Lucia Sullivan

Art: Dorina Costras

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“That Old Wood Porch”

” I welcomed you,
Like a shiny object.
In my eyes,
You were as bright,
As the sun drop spots,
In a spiders web in the Spring.
I had never seen,
Your suffering.
I faded into a daydream,
When your smile came out.
I heard the water droplets thru the water spout.
Where the well sat silent and still.
And the trees bent slow and easy to hear us whispering.
Thud, thud, thud.
The water gave you presence.
A backdrop,
For you laughter.
Oh,
That soul.
You had escaped,
Some long lost eternity.
Where Angels breath blew you,
Thru the Southern skies of home.
You fell into a world of clocks.
And tick tocks.
Not meant to stay too long.
I welcomed you like a shiny object.
A reminder that even Angels,
Dance in the rain.
A shadowy prescence,
Thru a young girl’s window pane.
In a world full of of wooden wrist watches,
You were golden.
So for now,
You are,
Forever frozen.
In the window pane,
Of my childhood heart.”

Written by Lucia Sullivan copyright 2017 all rights reserved

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luciasullivanpoetry

New York

I am a clairvoyant, poet, writer, and seer. I believe all things are moving towards the light. I love music, dancing, boating, nature, and animals.

 

“The Winds of Change” – Lucia Sullivan

Art: Tatiana Oles

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“The Winds of Change”

“I held you in such high regards.
Just your smile.
Your soft face.
Made for a good reason,
To love you.
But there were complications.
When the wind came,
And blew you about a bit.
Your leaves started falling,
And your timbers began to shiver and scream,
At me.
As if I alone,
Had brought the breeze.
But it wasn’t me,
And it wasn’t you.
It was the winds of change.
And in them,
I blew far away.”

Written by Lucia Sullivan © 2017 All rights reserved

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luciasullivanpoetry

New York

I am a clairvoyant, poet, writer, and seer. I believe all things are moving towards the light. I love music, dancing, boating, nature, and animals.