i don't look down
i simply wait
wait for solitude
to overtake me
to jolt me, awaken me
into the other
there
at the precipice of my existence
i stumble
not knowing what to do next
listen:
frogs croak
water tumbles
rocks crumble
immersed in nature
i follow the seed planted in me
twisting and turning
growing in ways
i cannot imagine.
4 comments:
blood from turnips perhaps i shall image make~
but this image-poem now~
has drawn water from stone~!
thank you sherrie
orea xo
Thank you, Orea. You open my heart to joy. xx
I love this poetry.
Thank you, Judie. I just spent some time on your blogs. Beautiful, heartfelt. Thanks for connecting.
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