by Moreah Vestan
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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A day alone, away from other demands.
My free day, a gift wrapped in sunshine
and riverbanks and all—alone.
Today I bend to no one’s wind but mine.
Earth’s music comes, bidden, to my stereo hearing-—
balm salved on demand-filled ears.
I’m on a people—fast.
No one’s stepping on my heels,
chasing my tail,
slapping the reins.
My closed fist softens.
My eyes float, float, downstream.
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|Reviewed by Jane Rodway
|This is the way to live life- after having many health conditions brought on by stress, this poem's honesty rings through for me- and your style is simple and clear.|
|Reviewed by F William Broome
|You have the gift. Please post more of this kind of poetry for the clunkheads who might catch on. - Bill|