![]() To Touch The Passing SkyA Poem by mysticgmekeepr
Come sit with me a spell
on the bank of this river of mystery and madness.... Lets ponder in silence, What its all about? This world of gaping wounds and hate, And where are we in the cauldron of brewing kindness and cruelty? What are we stirring, what ingredient do we contribute to the healing or the poison? Dangle your feet with mine over the rocks of our souls journey and just let the river run. Feed me with morsels of breath and word, nurture me with the full blown rewards of your years of sowing... like swollen breasts full with the milk of learning.... let me lean there for a spell, on the cushion of your chest. Draw me close and rock me against the darkness of my terrors, those deep and twisted false assumptions with the power to break wings and hope. Give me your hand with its invitational gift; your command to rise and fly to touch the passing sky. © 2010 mysticgmekeeprReviews
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Added on June 22, 2010Last Updated on June 22, 2010 Author![]() mysticgmekeeprOHAboutI am a woman and a child, an adolescent in an older persons shell, an ancient in a child's disguise, a mystery and a metaphor, opposites and contradictions, swirling waters and peace. more..Writing
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