Dialectics of AwakeningsA Poem by Ellener PeavyhouseDialectics of Awakenings
Raw sinews of fingers draw deep, Loam, quartz, madre flesh parting, Moving, enveloping slender fingers, Soul whispers of personal truth. Light beckons deep within the darkness, Even as petals spread, blossom, Arms wide for the loving making of the winged. Butterfly duff whispers over the creatures, Creatures slipping in and amongst, Amongst the willowy arms of the Upper Worlds. There is no one, And yet there is everyone, Voices tracing across the sounds of brooks running, Babbling, trickling and whispering. Soft simple tones of 'one,' Love making to the ears of the willing. © 2013 Ellener PeavyhouseFeatured Review
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Added on September 29, 2013Last Updated on September 29, 2013 |