For Winnie
A sacred stone
found me
I dug it from earth
flew it sea to sea
place your hand on the stone
touch my heart
the stone flew away
and a white feather
rests in my palm
earth bound
Maya
The Dead Poets Society met in a cave to read and share verse. This group is for poets who are very much alive, who have words running, pulsating through their veins. From an outside landscape that can be harsh and barren, we come together in this nurturing, verdant oasis; fellow wanderers, wonderers, sharing our words.
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YOU ARE HERE!! You came in so quietly that I didn’t even hear you open the door. So quietly, indeed, that I have sandwiched you between a poem and it’s painting! I finished the painting and put it up without checking the Blog. Imagine my surprise when I went there and found your words had come in between! And such exquisite words. Indeed, I keep your heart, melded in my right palm, folded under my fingers; its power holds me balanced and stretches me stronger every day. As always, this poem speaks volumes of beauty in a few, pared, perfectly chosen words. Welcome to LivePoets my friend ~ Feather Stone Woman ~ Lady of the Clear Lazar Light ~ Poet.
Love!
Winnie
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