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
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
posted by Yes at 4:19 PM
7 Comments:
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.
Thanks, Pat, you have been so generous! Looking forward to your suggestions...
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. ;-)
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!
reading your poetry is a transcendent experience...
wow
I feel like you are traveling through a series of holes, till you empty into one big bowl of light.
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...
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