Monday, July 29, 2013
Monday Poem...
I stood there underneath the magnolia tree and there was no one to watch me glistening under the moonlit southern sky. I stood underneath that moon for awhile bathing in her silvery milky white light. As in draped in diamonds my cinnamon skin sparkles. I stand on my own spinning cycle while the earth moves underneath my feet slowly just as slowly as the water evaporates from my skin. This would have only been another Sunday if I had not chosen to write about it. There was not a single witness in sight. I could only hear the cicadas singing their summer anthem and every now and then the silhouette of a black cat. Today would have been lost in the dark waters of my mind. But my fingers do this waltz on the letter keys in hopes by morning light my eyes will see clearly.
Labels:
bohemia,
bohemian,
poem,
poetry,
storytelling,
Sunday poetry,
writings
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just lovely
ReplyDeleteThanks Nika so good seeing you here.
DeleteBeautiful poem and photo, amiga. Miss you. <3
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DeleteI love how you love life.
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Deleteas always beautiful. maybe you'll put together a book of your poems? x
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DeleteI'm with Phyllis. You should do a slam book.
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DeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteLoveliness! xxx
ReplyDeleteVery nice...I love the Magnolias we have here in the south... :)
ReplyDeleteWe really do. They are majestic.
DeleteIt's such a great change of pace when I drop by your blog.
ReplyDeleteawww I love that. xoxo
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