Sunday, December 10, 2006

when I rise

when I rise
the sun falls in behind me
wrapping my heels in gold

when I rise
my skin breaks away
from the core of the wind

when I fall
through leaves and memories
the earth wakes

lifting its ears
shaking its mane
when I rise

7 Comments:

Blogger Pat Paulk said...

What a beautifully vivid picture you paint!! I will send you some links via your email of some excellent online publications I think would love your work.

Sunday, December 10, 2006 at 6:22:00 PM EST  
Blogger firebird said...

Thanks, Pat, you have been so generous! Looking forward to your suggestions...

Monday, December 11, 2006 at 1:28:00 AM EST  
Blogger MB said...

Despite words like "breaks away," "fall," "shaking," this poem gives me a sense of continuity that is very comforting. And your photo has such a lovely glow and light to it. I like visiting your garden. ;-)

Monday, December 11, 2006 at 1:44:00 PM EST  
Blogger firebird said...

mb--I like what you say about the words compared to the feeling of the poem...I wanted to give a sense of freedom which can be comforting when it is in harmony with nature--that IS what I feel in my garden.
Thanks for the great comment!

Monday, December 11, 2006 at 3:28:00 PM EST  
Blogger gracie said...

reading your poetry is a transcendent experience...
wow

Wednesday, December 13, 2006 at 7:34:00 AM EST  
Blogger mermaid said...

I feel like you are traveling through a series of holes, till you empty into one big bowl of light.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006 at 5:54:00 PM EST  
Blogger firebird said...

gracie--That is high praise indeed, especially coming from you!
Thank you so much...

mermaid--Your comment is a trip in itself--I like it! It really is the feeling I get from the poem, only more so...

Thursday, December 14, 2006 at 12:30:00 AM EST  

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