Flesh heart pulled by invisible strings
Attached to a spirit heart unseen.
Invisible, enfolding arms
Father the longing child.
Monthly Archives: February 2014
Silence
Silence in the wood
A silence the wind can blow
With me there is peace
This, like the other poem I just posted, was written when I was twelve.
Hawk
Hawk
Soaring above the treetops,
The very image of grace.
Suddenly, sharply, diving, diving,
Legs reaching, feathers flipping,
Talons spread, closing over prey.
This is poem that I wrote when I was twelve years old. I included it in a writing assignment called the “Me Book” written when I was 16. I recently pulled it out to show to my kids and thought it would be fun to post it.
Love
Love
Giddy, rosy cheeked and ripe with child
She laughs, cries, sings
As if she carried the entire universe within her womb
Slender feminine fingers
Caress the orb that is a child
Loving and being loved
Soft tender-hearted mama
Nursing a sweet downy babe
Face baptized in pain, reborn in mother-love
(This poem was originally published by me on Poetry.com and then chosen to be published in Poetry.com’s yearbook. I’ve never seen it, but they tell me it’s there.)
The Peninsula
Cedar scented salt air pulsates through me like liquid energy
I become wholly changed
As if the air were my true food and I had been starving
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