Inside Myself
Inside my gnawing self
a realm spills down through the meadows,
wild garlands reached by fingers from afar…
the hues, soft pastel
brushing across winds on floats so stunning
I could taste the stamen in my wet mouth
and there, a primitive choir of animals
chants of radiant praise for a season
as my palms ripple upon the glass of another earth,
the mist of day nibbling the flakes from my eyes
light turning red, night fading white
licking stems of twilight dew,
as if the shadows of all constellations rise
like giant stones, beautiful and silent,
piled up in a row lining into heaven...
I walk inside my realm, nestled
inside my quiet, contained self
©
PEACE
*During an artists’ fellowship last weekend, I printed this
piece on 45 reams of art paper and distributed it to my colleagues
in the form of scrolls. Our discussion on embracing
peace in a world riddled with hostility allowed me to
share my thoughts,"let peace begin with me..."
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for Cyndi MacMillan’s Great Soup Poetry Extravaganza
by nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2012
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