the good year..

sitting still in empty way

on path of covered vine

frozen here on porous rock

in bent and broken line.. 

tired feet in tired soul

of tired thoughtless race

tiring of tired treads

still tied to empty space..

fisted hands still clench the dream

sweet palms weighed down to earth

hips that once knew glory days

cry out for painful birth..

eyes awash in stark contrition

wait till morning sun –

lights gently still – soft whispered path

of precious life begun..

 

 

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2 Responses to the good year..

  1. Thanks for letting me camp out in your blog for a little while today. I had a great time and tried to leave my campsite as good as when I arrived. I’ll be back in a couple of weeks!

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