poetry | Elizabeth Weber

I sit in the unquiet silence exploring inner worlds in search of shadows to dance with embrace and coax into …

acrylic on canvas, 48″ x 24″ Inspired by Pablo Neruda’s, Twenty Love Poems:15 I like it when you’re quiet …

48″ x 30″ acrylic on canvas, inspired by: The Theater of Freedom by Hafiz “In my divine studio What I …

60″ x 36″ acrylic on canvas “I have hymns you haven’t head. There is an upward soaring in which …

Early Divinations There are times in my life when the emotional chaos is such that I consult the inner oracle. …

Here Be Dragons Before we thought we knew our boundaries, early maps had the words “Here Be Dragons” along the …

At Wood’s Edge Often, the entrance to the woods looks inviting with the sunlight dappling and dancing on the grasses. …

Ashes and Embers: Inviting the Wolves to Draw Near Often while travelling in the wilderness, it is our instinct to …

Can we choose to continue down a path even though there are signs at every step along the trail, warning …

A Rent Within “Rent/rent/n. an opening or gap resembling a tear- mid 16th cent.: from obsolete rent ‘pull to pieces, …

Now the Wisdom of Darkness has been kissed by the Light of the Moon…

“Inside this clay jug there are canyons and pine mountains….”

“I am running from every corner of this world and sky wanting to kiss you…”

“How clear it is that stones have handled time, in their fine substance there’s the smell of age..”

“And you’d become the keening, the butterfly’s insistence…”

All things are the body of the violin, filled with murmuring darkness.

Amidst the swell I can see only you…

I danced till my ashen covered feet sparked the ember in the tinder of possibility…

I would like to shelter it, among remote lost objects, in some dark and silent place that doesn’t resonate when the depths resound…

The stones and stars envy the movements of your legs and tongue…