I am clay-mation emotions, careful coordination(s)
poem is fury unchecked, chaos unfurling(s)
I am playing with my insidious
poem is hidden inside a maelstrom of pretty lies
we are truth standing for Love
we wade mists of morning
Spring echoes
bullfrogs and wood ducks
hungry still for more
light bearers seduce
away anger into giggles
they often turn swords
into soap bubbles
and ride wind to Sun
poem is Daedalus
and I, Icarus again
we know why rain
is the outsider wish of peace
why fear backs into a breath
poem and I are we
and we breathe
the blue in like water
we seek daughters
of Lilith and Eve
we fight for womb
and reprieve
we do receive Love
while gardening
in long sleeves
we do know why
the needs of children
have to come first
we do surrender
wellspring blood
boil, toil and loyal
to working the moment
for compassion
we are the things
that steal into us
like a lone bird
on a wire, singing to us
at the gloaming hour
that path leads
to a selfless thee
eventually, when
we let go
of all we used
to know ...
EJR ©
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