i. water
A circle wraps its arms around
itself in rapture, like water.
Caressing fluidity,
as a sea snake pulses in the high tide.
No mere erotic indulgence,
this is Life meeting itself
where it lives,
as it is.
Drenched in the innocence
of naked spontaneity,
for the thrill of being seen
and known.
Undulating swells of a rising tide,
ecstatic surf
births earthly shape.
ii. earth
Endings prompt new beginnings,
beginnings seek rest as endings.
Serpent Ouroboros devours its tail,
Parched harvests are grieved and buried,
bitter fruit falls at the feet of renewal,
seeds are scattered.
Spring shoots burst toward the sun.
Our fingers dig deep into good brown earth,
renewing vows to love fearlessly
for another day.
I’m so sorry to hear that this will be your last poem. I look forward to listening to you recite them each week. This poem particularly touched my heart and I thank you for sharing your gift and talent with us.
Oh Helen, thank you very much! I am so glad to hear that your heart was moved.
And, I assure you that this will not be my last poem.
I look forward to continued posting each Friday!
Thank you for being a loyal listener,
Dawn-Dyanna
Your poetry is simply magical!
Thank you, Yvonne! It brings magic to my heart to receive such fine feedback!
Gratefully,
Dawn-Dyanna