pulse
surely there is life left
in this page
these dry cells
woven from the hair and bone
of trees
just ask the still moon
who watches your branches stretch
and murmur
taut with the earth's heartbeat
and yes, my pen senses
the flatness and thirst
of a buried river
life left
to uncover
in this page
these dry cells
woven from the hair and bone
of trees
just ask the still moon
who watches your branches stretch
and murmur
taut with the earth's heartbeat
and yes, my pen senses
the flatness and thirst
of a buried river
life left
to uncover
posted by Yes at 4:30 PM
9 Comments:
I really enjoy stopping by your blog.
Nice poem, dear bird :)
wishes,
devika
There is such oneness in this and the last line opens my heart, one for the soul sweet bird
Myrtle--And I am so pleased that you do! Hello to your dog, too...now that's a happy face! (unless that is you, can't rule out that possibility--)
Devika--love when you come by and say such nice things! All the sweetest wishes to you, too!
Lorraine--Oh, I love your comments! This one really hits the mark for me--thanks--
right at this moment, I needed it, so thank YOU
I feel the pulsating heart of Nature.
Wonderful!
hugss
Lorraine--it's friends like you that make it all worthwhile!
Krystyna--and you too, you are a breath of sunshine in this world!
talk about my heart leaping.... that photo, your words!!!! very happy at the beauty i always find here. thanks! big hugs! snowsparkle
Snowsparkle--Just the thought of you being happy is enough to make my day!
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