by Deborah Russell
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
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When the sun comes in, out of the cold,
mind drifts in momentary dreams of peace.
Begins, the anointing; morning
chants, steps closer to the cafe, I enter
the world of words zero visibility;
train signals pass - a circle of mist
My slender arms; palms slide toward earth,
small sun bracelets; finger cymbals - click,
(sound within sound within sound), sound
gives way to silence and disconnected
memory - a nation of flag-draped coffins,
numerous things undone; certain prayers
God answers; unconventional geography
strolls shameless through ground shores,
circles borders of half-lit rooms, our
perfumed world tendrils around prayer;
(Heavens anoint remote villages and this
blue air of late autumn) In matching hues;
sky-blue, worry-free, our foreign affairs
are meaningful to each little one born . . .
My dream is an earthy thread; New sun
streaking across the white paper of freedom.
Deborah Russell, © 2006
Poets for Humanity, 06
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|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Now that's what I call a desk that needs serious transition.
"I enter the world of words zero visibility;" Oh how I can relate to this line. Knowing that something needs to emerge, but not having a clue how it's going to get out.
A powerful and moving analogy Deborah. Happy Holidays and all the best as you navigate in search of words.
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|EXCELLENT write, Deborah! Wonderful choice of words in this one!!!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)