Two Trails of a Rainbow

By Wendy Louise Huggins

Wendy Louise Huggins considers herself a thinking Christian who admires the Bibical truths and ideas the Bible provides. Poetry, she says, is like the found glove that fits her hand. She recognizes that God gave her a gift to write and, to God in Christ, she is most grateful.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Red Oak Media
• Release date: Jun 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781896895079

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to the people of the world, over all time, who have fought for freedom.

Wendy wishes to thank her mother, Pauline, who influenced her to have a strong sense of self and her step-mother, Diana, who taught her what is of God and Spirit; her life-long friend, Shallan, for her great mental support and health; her martial arts teacher, John, who taught her the quality of art; her Developmental Service Worker diploma that taught her life experience; and last, but not least, her kindred spirit friend, Frank, who gave her inspiration.

Discovery

To think

Here I am just sitting here

writing with my pen

thoughts from words just coming in

like a welcomed friend

looking at the letters forming words

by blue pen ink

sending messages to my brain

to get the thing to think

smelling, thinking, blinking,

sinking down in my chair

to find the unknown thought

to think

in the hole up there

Wildflowers

A stagecoach to finding self

a journey's heart to meet a mind

along the way

we see beautiful purposes

we see wildflowers

we see designs of sort

respecting life

Saturated cores

and lost keys at the door

while I rethink

in thoughts born of deep staircases

to lift these brilliant surgical lines

this pearl of moon - forgotten

picks up - searching out

these hooves sojourn

leaving stories in the broken grass

Nature sonnets

Soft land

with a hard mask

sitting among crawling things

the light sipping on the air

the green tugging

smoke from the campfire

enveloping a kiss

Breathing deep

laughing inwardly

the quiet outside sustains

my next thought

with open eyes

blinking even shameful

My hands are full

of nature’s sonnets

birds for conductors

flying upwards with my soul

making me feel warm

trying to hold on to nothing

Autumn

I remember you

Autumn song

with trailing’s of your leaves

In soggy mud

thick air like glass

I part