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I paint, make collages and mixed media work. I write poetry. I reflect on the Tao.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

In Thrall

In thrall to loss
his psyche, like a raven,
turning the shards
of bone and stone.

In the hollow of his heart
the silence of memory.
In the mountains of his mind
the stillness of wonder.

Tethered to life
his spirit, like a kite,
riding the clouds
of sand and blood.

1 comment:

  1. "the silence of memory...the stillness of wonder." ::: these words will stay with the mountains of the mind. once again, such a beautiful poem!