Preacher's Daughter
Prose, poetry and rants about life, the here and the hereafter…
Prose, poetry and rants about life, the here and the hereafter…
Okay, here it is. After a long, dry spell, I’m finally writing peotry again…

I live too close to the bone
Windsong sings sharp against my face
Nightdance deepens on the edge of twisting resist
Birds take flight o’re the water’s shine
An eagle’s dive – pounding power of flight
I step out from burrow of wood and plaster pure
Breathe deep the toss
The trees, they blow and twist and call me out
Reveal the shadow life thrown against four walls
My face tilts up toward heaven’s stars
Twinkle, twinkle, a call to den of big city lights
Teasing , dancing, sparkle shine ask’s
What will you do?
Sinew strains – run wild-naked beneath silver light
Freedom’s calls is ever sweet and raw
A step and then another into the open wide
Stop and pause, all breath and fear inside
No fear
No fear
No fear
No fear
Heaven’s name resounds about
Pulsing heart to muscle’s flight
And bone
I live too close the bone
December 18, 2009 - 12:12 am
the poem is lovely.