Thursday, April 30, 2009

This Is My Body, The Flow Of Words

Right about now, at year's end, I recognize that I was really branching out through the blogs, because I recognize who I wrote the second poem for. You will of course know who you are. :)

Here are two poems about a tender heart.

This Is My Body

I am embodied
Like rivers in the homeland
Of my ancestors,
Like the way the birds
Fly in the alpine forest
Above my altar,
Like my blood flows, held
Within my heart's encounter
And how love grows there.

December 30, 2008 10:00 AM

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The Flow Of Words

Her tender heart sings,
And peeking around her hair,
Shy eyes barely there.

She stands alone in the stream
Words she writes flow past her knees.

If I give myself
Perhaps she will let me see
As she turns my way.

December 30, 2008 11:00 AM

10 comments:

  1. Michelle, glad you're here.

    Faith, xxoo.

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  2. 'Shy eyes barely there'

    really lovely image...

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  3. Jozien, I am not sure I know what you know :)

    HB, thanks for saying so...I was writing to a picture that was taken as if the person was almost done turning away, or perhaps just starting to turn toward me.

    Hi Cath, glad to have you here.

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  4. Jozien, I am not sure I know what you know :)

    HB, thanks for saying so...I was writing to a picture that was taken as if the person was almost done turning away, or perhaps just starting to turn toward me.

    Hi Cath, glad to have you here.

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  5. "This is my body given for your freedom."
    "...Like my blood flows, held
    Within my heart's encounter
    And how love grows there."

    I like both, and as for "The Flow of Words," we all know you infatuations!!LOL

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  6. Karen, I follow this goal....

    Whoever dies with the most love wins.

    I don't have kids so I have to make up for that :)

    I learned a while back, in nineteen hundred and froze to death, that to get you gotta give.

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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.


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