Windsong sings sharp against my face
Nightdance deepens on the edge of twisting resist
Birds take flight o’re the water’s shine
An eagle’s dive – pounding power of flight
I step out from burrow of wood and plaster pure
Breathe deep the toss
The trees, they blow and twist and call me out
Reveal the shadow life thrown against four walls
My face tilts up toward heaven’s stars
Twinkle, twinkle, a call to den of big city lights
Teasing , dancing, sparkle shine ask’s
What will you do?
Sinew strains – run wild-naked beneath silver light
Freedom’s calls is ever sweet and raw
A step and then another into the open wide
Stop and pause, all breath and fear inside
No fear
No fear
No fear
No fear
Heaven’s name resounds about
Pulsing heart to muscle’s flight
And bone
I live too close the bone
Hey Jamie ...
Christian Romance Novelist eh?
I like how that influences the taste-buds
and how it moves lusciously on the synapses.
Being brought up Pentecostal -
in a repressive environment that
poo-pooed open toed heels, and painted toenails, and any kind of cleavage showing,
and of course knee-line skirts were anathema, and nylons were the devil's adornments -
I find the advent of anything romancing in Christianity a breath of fresh air.
Congrats on your novel!
Now ... your poem here.
I'm curious why your first line
and your last line are worded differently.
Prolly a typo eh?
I like some of the phraseology:
"Windsong sings sharp"
"the edge of twisting resist"
"sparkle shine asks"
these are dynamic imaging.
Blessings ...
r
Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
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Christian Romance Novelist eh?
I like how that influences the taste-buds
and how it moves lusciously on the synapses.
Being brought up Pentecostal -
in a repressive environment that
poo-pooed open toed heels, and painted toenails, and any kind of cleavage showing,
and of course knee-line skirts were anathema, and nylons were the devil's adornments -
I find the advent of anything romancing in Christianity a breath of fresh air.
Congrats on your novel!
Now ... your poem here.
I'm curious why your first line
and your last line are worded differently.
Prolly a typo eh?
I like some of the phraseology:
"Windsong sings sharp"
"the edge of twisting resist"
"sparkle shine asks"
these are dynamic imaging.
Blessings ...
r