How did this happen?
Reclaim the shape made in bare feet
Anger is relief stained glass
Mouthing unfinished priests
God forbid we unloosen sickness
Saphron cushions contain my doubling
Low melon red lamps like wide hipped women selling spice from bulging barrels
She irons the crumpled currency with her weak hand
They say red hair is like knitted wool
Blessing low clouds with
Autumn
Baby can you hear the fear?
Thanks for stopping by my blog! You’re doing some powerful work here.
I appreciate you♡
Red hair is like knitted wool, blessing low clouds with autumn. LOVE:)
How did I know that would speak to you? 😉
I seriously picked up my hair and wondered if it felt like knitted wool. As if I haven’t been touching it all my life.
Suspect yours is silkier not sure we want wooly hair tee hee!
Such anticipation building up to the final words: fear, we have too much of it in our lives already…
Well said and true!
I had red in mine once.
Don’t all brilliant souls? 😉
What can I say, if I say it was and is a marvelous piece of art you will get tired of hearing that. So, I just stand. Marvelous
😉 (thank you Manuel my friend)
“Baby can you hear the fear” is so powerful and I doubt never before written! Something mystical about the baby. Thank you for sharing your gifts!
🙂 always!
This is so beautiful! In love with your works, they make me feel something inside which means you really are blessed with talent!
Dearest summer vinn thank you so much for saying this and for your appreciation and reading of my poem. I am very grateful to you!
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*grins & waves*
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