Precious
Precious
Bloody fish hooks
Thinning thread
Cutting through the vines
Weaving baskets
Dead roses with black thorns
Steam engines running over the bridge
Juggling hats
Stumbling into walls
Treating the wounds
Shedding old skin
The broken well in the garden
Valleys and peaks
Wait 'till it passes
Sitting with silence
A perfect solitude
A rare, precious stone
A leap upon a leaf
A simple, useful energy
A moving meditation
An openness
A distinct personality
For all the forgotten and unforgettable
Sing, dance and clap your hands
Stepping forward
Headed for the road
Awaiting struggle
The sun shines a blinding yellow
Breathe in the air
Hear chirping birds
And the whistle of the wind
Surrender
Let go
Let me fall
A still and quiet zen
Mirroring gratitude
A revival
Open the dusty shades and look outside
A getaway
A shifting view
Stepping stones
muddy puddles
Kneaded clay
Rosy shades
I thought it was nothing
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
12/05/18
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