Child of mystery, you are
a pulse of nature, like
slap thunder or splash lightning
and soft spring drizzle.
Drenched in the drama
of life’s loudness, rattle and shake,
jostling each nerve
into bright daylight.
Screeching scare
or angry ache
shock your senses awake; opening
a glimpse of the holy face.
Unseen, but for a shiver
in your long-shuttered heart.
Living in the Bones
is splendor laid bare –-
seized in your gasp
one second before.
Trigger finger toggled between “Living In The Bones” and “Living In The Bones 2” on the browser’s fore and aft arrows, with visions of the ocean slapping old sailing ship’s sides as an accompanying metaphor.
Dear Eric,
Thank you for noticing that! Glad you enjoyed!
Sending love.
As always, a beautifully written, inspirational poem!
Dear Yvonne, Thank you so much for saying so! I love that you were inspired.
Sending love.
LIVING IN THE RECESSES OF YOUR BEING – BRINGING FORTH THE FLAME OF ALL SEASONS – GATHERING LIFE —– AND THEN THE PLEASURE OF GOD’S GARDENS — RESIDING IN YOUR SOUL…….THANK YOU DAWN-DYANNA – BEAUTIUL WRITING ——- YOUR POETRY HOLDS INSPIRATION TO MY HEART AND MY SOUL..
Thank you so much for your poetic appreciation!!
Sending love <3