Ernesto P. Santiago Poet Free verse

Amethyst and Mystical Womb

Although, having split personality 
in his tiny palms, 

he gleams...
and perceives life 
without fear 

but with warmth 
of a mystical womb 

that lures him
to enter a menagerie
of words, 

entertaining 
his shadow, not drunken--
but a bit drenched,

to huddle not 
on a cold concrete like 
a sleeping failure

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L'Nass Shango March 31, 2009 at 4:53 AM Your poem, an offspring of love, featured this week is fantastically splendid. Good work, that picture is loaded with the imagery of your write. Congratulations. This one here is empathetic, deep, and full of light. Love and blessings

Debbie Guzzi February 28, 2009 at 12:34 PM hmmmmmmmmm Light & Love and huddling not Debbie