Ravyn’s Nest

Dark One
As your mighty hoof beats approach me like a reverberating boom from a cannon, I long to be riding bareback upon you, Dark One.
Let the night wind whisper to me magically and with its weaving witchery soothe the scorching stabbing sorrow inside my soul.
O Dark One, let me hold on to your masterful mane and fly with you amongst the sageful yet sympathetic stars.
Wing me ever closer to your eternal sanctuary where, my sadness could be startled in silent song.
I feel your majestic muscles murmuring their mighty strength.
From there, I find sustenance to greet life once more.
Underneath your shadowy wings, I will softly sleep.
Fly, Dark One, fly on.
~~Ravyn

Scenting the wind by Sue Dawe

Collaboration by Carolyn E. Ford

More than enough

When all is lost and when all is gone,

Health, friends, family, pets, car, home, and finances

Hopes, dreams, plans, love, and faith

I sit amongst my broken pieces of what was and what is

Only what remains is the LORD

Dare I hope again?

Dare I reach out to HIM?

Dare I see light faintly in the darkness?

I find myself lost in HIS embrace

I find myself tightly held in HIS grip of grace

I find myself in awe in HIS presence

For HE has never left me and HE has never let me go

For I am HIS and HE is mine

For HE is God alone and the Great I am

Where HIS grace and mercy meet, healing begins

HE is more than enough

~~Ravyn

From the perch of Ravynhed

Brokeness

Letting the shards of my broken soul clatter through my fingers

Picking up each shard and silently grieving all the contained dreams deferred

Unmet expectations glaring with the shade of truth

Fruitless rationalizations spinning like a kaleidoscope

Intentions maligned by judgment of others

Hopes deferred, disappointments, disillusionments that are all colored by the darkness of a crushed dream and dying faith

Trying to crawl and get up one more time more than I have fallen

Faced with the futility that my dreams were just mirages and shadows in the sand

I light a match to cause the shards to be engulfed in flames

As the smoke mixed with my tears, I wait with my head bowed down in defeat

As I open my eyes, I see a single ember in the midst of ashes

A single ember that refused the white flag of surrender

I see hands that are not mine rearrange the shards and at times, break the shards into different shapes

Refining broken shards into something beautiful

Using love to glue the shards in place

You placed my soul in my hands

I stared in wonderment of what You re-created, recycled, and redeemed

You never given up on me and sought me to show forth Your glory

Truly, I am Yours and You are mine

~~Ravyn

 

Photographer/Writer is Carolyn E. Ford

Words/Photography–Carolyn E. Ford

Who am I?

Who am I?

I’m undecided even through I have a wide selection of masks.

I put on so many different masks for different people so I would just fit in and be accepted.

I put on these masks because I wasn’t content to be myself; instead, I wanted to be someone else.

I am a coward because I could not stand up for me as I am.

I was afraid that I would be alone and unaccepted when people saw the real me.

Now my masks are falling apart and with tears streaming noisily down my face, I look in the mirror and find that I lost myself.

I see now that it was a mistake to put on masks and now, I hope it isn’t too late to begin the journey to find the real me.

And in that long arduous journey to find myself,

finally, maybe, and perhaps…

I can find the courage to be just me.

~~Ravyn

Guest Photographer–Carolyn E. Ford

Phenomenal Woman–Maya Angelou

 

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I’m telling lies.

I say,

It’s in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

I walk into a roomJust as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It’s the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

 

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can’t touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can’t see.

I say,

It’s in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I’m a woman

 Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

 

Now you understand

Just why my head’s not bowed.

I don’t shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It’s in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

‘Cause I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

From the perch of Ravynhed

Photographer/writer is Carolyn E. Ford

The Vow

I knew the moment we first met that we will be together

The first time we made love, I knew you were mine to cherish

We share our hearts and our souls with each other

I love the way you taste and kiss me

You are mine and I am yours

I vow to never leave you and that includes in death

I will find a way to reach you no matter what

I vow to be your best friend

I will make you laugh even when you can’t smile

I vow to be your lover

I will satisfy you to the stars and beyond

Join with me in sweet salacious surrender

Never let me go

I will be here always

I love you forever and a day

~~Ravyn

Collaboration

“Life is always a polarity. If there were no darkness there would be no light. If there were no trouble there could never be any peace. If the sun always shone you would not appreciate it. You have to learn sometimes through conditions that seem a nuisance. One day you will look back and say, “We learned our best lessons not when the sun was shining, but when the storm was at its greatest, when the thunder roared, the lightning flashed, the clouds obscured the sun and all seemed dark and hopeless”. It is only when the soul is in adversity that some of its greatest possibilities can be realized.”

~~Silver Birch

Photographer is Carolyn E. Ford

Poem/Photography by Carolyn E. Ford

Close the Door Softly

Sometimes you have to close the door softly, so no one will see the tears fall noiselessly upon your face
Sometimes you have to close the door softly, so the jagged edges of your heart won’t reveal the gapping wounds of dreams that remain untrue
Sometimes you have to close the door softly, so you can hold just one more moment more before losing all faith
Sometimes you have to close the door softly, so you can hold your ears shut from the incessant whispers of the night wind and demons keening your name
Sometimes you have to close the door softly, so you can capture a glimpse of “what could be” before the darkness engulfs you
Sometimes you have to close the door softly, so you can untangle yourself from the talons that grasp you to “what was”
Sometimes you have to close the door softly, so you can kneel before the “I AM THAT I AM”
Sometimes you have to close the door softly, so you can heal and learn peace for “this too shall pass”
Sometimes you have to close the door softly, so you can learn the wisdom that in the midst of ashes, therein lies an ember of hope

~~Ravyn

Poem/Photography–Carolyn E. Ford

 

Sick and Tired

I am sick and tired.

I am sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Always seeing the glints of sunlight in a green leafy forest and hoping they are dreams for us to be together.

Always feeling hopeful and trying to convince myself that there is truly a light at the end of the tunnel for us.

Realizing now that as long as you have your “habit” you can’t love me because you do not love yourself as long as your “habit” reigns supreme.

Realizing that our intimacy whether through feelings or touch is nothing more than disrespect and selfishness on your part as long as I remain “the other woman”.

I have to get off this crazy train because I am moving full-speed ahead to hell.

I have to get off this crazy train because I am losing me in dealing with your chaos and drama.

Holding on to GOD’s promise that I am “fearfully and wonderfully made”.

Holding on to GOD’s reassurance that I am more than enough whether I am in a relationship or not.

Seeking HIS will in my life and learning daily that HE loves me unconditionally

Seeking HIS will in my life and letting HIM close the doors that need to be close and open the doors that need to open.

Understanding daily that it is useless and it is insanity to change the things that I cannot change or control

Understanding daily that my furry companions are blessings sent by HIM to give me hope and to not be alone.

Being alone is strength and not weakness.

Being lonely is a fallacy from demons because GOD is always with me and HE will never disappoint me.

I am sick and tired of being sick and tired.

I am sick and tired of dealing with you.

~~Ravyn

 

 

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