WingSpan Poetry Project


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La Jeune Martyne: The Angel

     Inspired by Paul de la Roche

She floats in oblivion, helpless with solitude. The darkness embraces her, like the lover once she had. Her beautiful body once clothed with white garments, has faded to a gloomy color, for her imprisonment has been too long. The dark man on the horse watches her with pride, day and night.

Her halo becomes so brightening, like a shiny star. The splendor and radiance of her corpse, reaches for her soul. Once again she becomes the beautiful angel who was lost in the past.


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I Have a Dream

to live as an artist –
painting every day –
exploring the unknown
and letting it speak
to me.

I have a dream
of spreading my huge
Eagle-like wings to
catch the wind – to
feel it Lift me off
the ground – to Rise
higher into the sky
so that I can touch
the clouds – and feel
the freedom of the wind.

I have a dream
about picking up
a guitar – and knowing
how to play it –
and singing with
my heart such a song
that would share
a story that
has never been told.

I’m ready to live
the dreams that have
been waiting for me –
on hold for many
years – I’m ready
to start these journeys
and more –

Because my dreams
gave me the courage
to face what was
keeping me from
them – the inspiration
to never let them
go – and the passion
for my future in the
face of adversity.

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As the Winter Turns to Spring

the gentle rumbling of hunger
awakens the black bear.

the memory of tasting berries
and knowing the call to socialize
in order to reproduce.
as the gentle rumbling becomes
too hard to ignore moving slowly
at first then all at once. hungry
for the sun and all the new
life waiting for him
giving him courage to leave
the safety of his den no longer longing
for food and companionship
gives the black bear strength
and courage to endure the winter
once again.

   – J. Davis



My Home the Land of Contentment

Sunset with its blazing colors of Pink, Gold & Purple
– my favorite time of the day.

Birds laughing in the garden – chirping-
singing – as they hunt for
their food and water.

Wind whistling – gusting –
Blowing – howling –
appearing as a dust
storm – pushing us
onward – testing our
patience – making us
feel the urgency of
its strength.

New Mexico – the land
of enchantment – in
so many ways is magical
to me – the sky –
the sun – the wildlife –
the plant life – it all
speaks to me of Majestic
Beauty Beyond compare.

My greatest joy each
day is just to Behold
the Beauty of it all –
my friends the Bird and
the jackrabbit – the
Bumble Bee – the Butterfly
– each powerful sympols
of hope – of truth –
of Life and Living.

The Bird is me – my joy
and sweetness.
The Sun is me – Brilliant
strong and steady.
The Wind is me – free
and wild.

I found myself here
in New Mexico – more
than any other place
I’ve been – I would
call it the land of contentment
Because its loving
presence is healing
my heart & my soul
inspiring me onward
to artistic expression
and exploration
quickening my steps
in an anxiously loving
way – to return home
to myself and all that
I know I am.