Saturday, November 15, 2008

Sacred Snake

In the deep green dark
I say you can't see me now
Winding on my way.

I am coiled inside, awake,
Ready to burst into light.

In the deep green dark
I sway to the beat of God
Calling for true home.

3 comments:

  1. 'Home' is strong in your poems isn't it?

    The 'Hospital Walls' one you left at mine succeeded in provoking me to tears more than anything else has lately.

    I think I'm going to have to do some printouts of what you have here, to carry about and read at other times; I can't do them justice rushing through.

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  2. Lucy, thank you for visiting again. Your Tom in hospital brought back that period with my Annie, who has indeed passed on.

    That is of course what Hospital Halls is about. I wish you well.

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  3. Hi, Christopher. You left a lovely poem at my site, and I'm glad to be able to drop in and see yours. Beautiful work. It's very nice to meet you. I will enjoy looking at all of your work.

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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.


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