Life settled lightly
on the stem of spirit,
and let soul rise
to blossom as it will,
that fate might draw
like sap through time;
hold back what death's
dark stamens would reveal.
http://margoroby.com/2014/01/21/poem-tryouts-stem-those-protests/#respond
on the stem of spirit,
and let soul rise
to blossom as it will,
that fate might draw
like sap through time;
hold back what death's
dark stamens would reveal.
http://margoroby.com/2014/01/21/poem-tryouts-stem-those-protests/#respond
Speedy woman. Clever, especially 'stamens'. I do love word play.
ReplyDeletethe sap through time... really like that. Hope from darkness indeed..
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