temporary spring

invisible air

gathers itself

blasting awake

me…

sleeping snow bound

in winter burial grounds

wrapped, like a papoose,

in

thick

gauze-gray days

until the damned

frozen sunlight

melts me down

to bare ground

i’m uncovered

me, scorched and screaming

it’s spring

time to be agitated

confused

forget death

take a breath

i am unsure of this

light

clear and bright

its warmth, a cold bite,

unsettles me

in a way

winter never does

sorry to be late, but i was expecting a guest host. but perhaps we had our signals crossed…

that’s why i love poetry… there’s always something in there to pull out.

so what’s on your mind tonight? tell me all about it.

UPDATE… my dear tracy made it… so go and read her writing in the raw!

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    • pfiore8 on March 7, 2008 at 05:37
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    • RiaD on March 7, 2008 at 05:46

    that’s utterly fine…

    & my! do i ever know wherehow that feeling is

    i ache for you~

    such a leap…

    faith

    confidence

    hope

    bittersweet in its ripeness

  1. Just like all of our Docudharma women.  

    Thank you, pfiore.

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