Turning Leaves
The visuals incursive foray-
…an announcement arrives;
…iron rods pierced walls;
Made from stones archaic mortars;
Where wounded knees bend low;
Crouching like hidden tigers;
Sneering under egotisms arrogant eye…
When sights are blinded by servitude’s lust-
…emptiness reveals worthy seclusions;
Where redemption never fails
to pierce the wicked hand offering
all forethought deceptions…
Within the crucifixions of wood stakes,
the bones will bleed their historic sin.
…and the eyes of morasses will cry rarified jewels;
as the contorting voices from antiquated stones listen;
with evenfalls watchful embodied presence;
Where the mountains hold visionary wisdoms
turning leaves into gifts of fortune teller’s crystals…
(Written: January 2nd, 2010 3:26 a/m)
In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love
Embraced ~ Embrassé
poétesse d'amour ~ poétesse romantique
Copyright© 2009 Poetess Victoria L. McColley
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