Surrounding tissues rend themselves as the dance of life begins
Pin piercing thrusts against an ever relenting tomb seem fruitless
In the struggle but it continues.
Folding slowly away from subterranean passages moving ever stealthily upwards it emerges cool to the touch and whole
Enmeshing itself in the new environment it is limited to gliding
In a world where everything has wings.
Lacking joy upon hearing birdsong or the kiss of a silver trout it flees constantly from a life filled with adversity.
Knowing no God, no savior and no redemption it dies a thousand times
Realizing in each shadow walk that death is the price of life
Plopping neatly into the mouth of yon beautiful fish
I pity only momentarily the earthworm.
living on a farm.
Surrounding tissues rend themselves as the dance of life begins Pin piercing thrusts against an ever relenting tomb seem fruitless In the struggle but it continues. Folding slowly away from subterranean passages moving ever stealthily upwards it emerges cool to the touch and whole Enmeshing itself in the new environment it is limited to gliding in a world where everything has wings.
Lacking joy upon hearing birdsong or the kiss of a silver trout it flees constantly from a life filled with adversity. Knowing no God, no savior and no redemption it dies a thousand times Realizing in each shadow walk that death is the price of life Plopping neatly into the mouth of yon beautiful fish I pity only momentarily the earthworm.
Realizing in each shadow walk that death is the price of life
Plopping neatly into the mouth of yon beautiful fish
I pity only momentarily the earthworm.
Thanks for your close observation to life and survival issues of the creatures in this world.
Your little brother, Abdi-Noor
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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Through this ontologic teleological composition I sip the dews of wisdom.
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Thank you,
Joselyn
Love,
Elizabeth
Plopping neatly into the mouth of yon beautiful fish
I pity only momentarily the earthworm.
Thanks for your close observation to life and survival issues of the creatures in this world.
Your little brother, Abdi-Noor