Demeter abstract
womb scream
nearly full Moon
water broke
a hard woman
yokes what
this fire stokes
a desire
for what Love
can do when
you want
for more
of yourself
to give
this poem
is for my mother
who blessed me to live
and without such
bent drive tinder
holding a torch bearing
witnessing,unfolding
I wouldn't know
how we garden
our souls
by wading
in the reeds
this is how
vessels cup
what needs
do for smiling
to remember
each passage
through time
each till
each spin
each gravity
each cradle
each linger
that renews us
each
from within
EJR (c)
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