my soul sprouts feet
my soul sprouts feet
reaching thin roots
into the lush earth
my soul breaks
on smooth stones
like the sea
it rages
inside my ribs
like a cat in a cage
pours itself out
like honey
into your hand
lift it
to your lips
and pass it along
reaching thin roots
into the lush earth
my soul breaks
on smooth stones
like the sea
it rages
inside my ribs
like a cat in a cage
pours itself out
like honey
into your hand
lift it
to your lips
and pass it along
posted by Yes at 11:48 AM
4 Comments:
Though this wasn't meant to go with the picture, I could see your soul as water pouring out from your words. Now, I need to go find a towel:)
beautiful, firebird... i so love the way your imagery flows from one thing to the next and, when combined with the heart in your words, delivers a sweet nectar. thank you!
I made the connection with the photo, too. This is lovely imagery.
Mermaid, mb--Thanks for seeing the water connection--you are certainly right, as usual!
lee, ss--I love your sweet comments! Thanks for appreciating...
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