Nod

Contest held by Cannonsfire at allpoetry.com. I won Gold!

Fear vices her possible;
it grips and taunts asunder,
Self-inflicted and morose...
Dread points at contemplated fate;
she denies it, and looks away.
Waiting on word;
Word that reveals itself
in whisper of imagined secrets--
solved in wonder’s glory.
Replenishing word;
Gushing from the renewal well
where water washes away woe,
and weariness is worn out…

She grins at living in now;
partly in the supernatural.
There are but a few  
who pause past the present,
and sign in affirmation
while inhaling the very same air
hushed from her scripted soul.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

AUTHOR NOTE:



Voltairine de Cleyre is your prompt...if you don't know her then the website will make your acquaintance, her essays or in fact any quote from them you'd like to use is your prompt.

http://www.voltairine.org/


“I die, as I have lived, a free spirit, an Anarchist, owing no allegiance to rulers, heavenly or earthly"


--Voltairine de Cleyre