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dawny0826

Mother Heathen
place of quiet
a core
a well
to touch such
a sacred place
happens so
seldom
caress against neck
and soul
and whispers of
tomorrow
here
now
and always
 
dawn,
nocturnal sways,
face the east with outstreatched arms,
extend the hands,
direct eyes to the horizon,
give the sun
your light.
 

dawny0826

Mother Heathen
over the moon
and into the abyss
of thought
sail away
into ocean of
dream
where forbidden
the heart's pullings
are not
 

dawny0826

Mother Heathen
like air
circular object
like balloons of blue
or green
orbs in sky
once tethered
now floating
rain or sun
matters not
free and soaring
victims of elements
fragile
beautiful
bubbles
of flying
folly
 

dawny0826

Mother Heathen
it beckons
the moon
this chest
springs forth
this heart
would tear
apart from
its beating
hearth of
warmth
for closeness
such severity
such luster
what yearning
and painful
beauty the
night yields
 

dawny0826

Mother Heathen
Square box
contains thoughts
burgundy and purple
raspberry and truffle
with specks of gold
flickers of glitters
tastes of chocolate
rich and rolling
and forbidden
the key changed
into small feathery
eyelashes and I
blew them into the
spring breeze
sending them her
way, wishing
her well
 

`mud

Just old
Premium Member
hey Dawny,
It's those itti-wee un's
that glitter like bits
of the forbidden
floating in 'tween
and 'twixt
wish her well
that she not verve.
~
Excellent job with that one: !Above and Beyond !
"Square box"
but I'm glad you got out of it.
~
`mud
 

dawny0826

Mother Heathen
care not for folly this evening
of deeper things
of drowning pool
of wonder
and carry onward
what is vision
without walking
 
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