But his blind hatred failed to see through the singing forest,
as her mind continued onward fluting pine cones to hymn.
She flew with limber wings upon the tree tops as a whisper;
Offering her postulant soul to liberate the sonorous storm clouds…
I just LOVE these verses, Vickie... ...and the whole presentation of this offering. Thank you for sharing your gifts. Love, hugs, and best wishes to you,
"But his blind hatred failed to see through the singing forest"...an incorrodable line, perhaps the most powerful line of poetry I have ever read of your poetry, Victoria...you have a time-honored gift, never let it go, mistress...
Make me to remember the images in my mind as I was reading The Old Man and The Sea by Hemingway.
How many times we have given "...empty screams could be heard for miles upon endless miles...?"