I meander wistfully- -
eyes tracing a panel filled with orange stars
as toes of flowers bend in choreographed waltz,
my element alights through midnight hours
tasting the breast of moon.
And in the stillness of dusk
when all boughs turn to virtues and sins
deepening the fragrance of airbrushed sky,
I will find my own presence in a caravan
of pinned roses in the shade---
ambient wind disrobes its pores climbing into mine
stirring the glow of marrows blazed,
till darkness swallows the fog, distilled
while in a collage of framed moments
I inscribe my own name, a signature
which marks the territory from fertile clay;
waltzing not, though flowing in a natural rhythm
like a rare petal, just one of me,
as I meander wistfully - -
Theme 1: Nothing is more human than trying to discover
who I am meant to uniquely be amidst a bevy of life's beauty.
I waltz not like others; I follow my own tune and sway.
Debbie Guzzi's Words of Wisdom Contest
by nette onclaud