Art by Kathryn Stotter
I open my hands
to embrace
the rocking chance
playing, swaying
teasing thru bones
clearing
-sharp aches-
the creative mess
flowing in the water
I stand above
on my limbs/bridge
twice
a chance may come
but – over time
stolen years smile
sinking in the ground
thru the roots
let them go
all trees show
the way to heaven
we were called Home.
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You paint an interesting picture. So does Kathryn Stotter.
ReplyDeletethose stolen years... made me think of war years as well when whole generations were robbed off their youth...ugh... the pic is very cool with the paint sinking to the ground, earths it beautfiully
ReplyDeleteThis rocks and sways when read..like water and breathing..beautiful humbird
ReplyDeleteDelicious will to fight and hope!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I love your closing image, and often think of heaven when gazing up through trees. Spot on.
ReplyDeleteAll come to a head and the roots can sure show the history around one and all
ReplyDeletelove the swaying motion of words. and pictures they paint.
ReplyDeleteA chance may come twice... I find that very interesting and inspiring. A very nice write!
ReplyDeleteIt must have been a wonderful place and time, coming to me as a memory of a once regarded and loved experience.
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ReplyDeletethe way to heaven
we were called Home.
This is so true! Great poem!
Realities of life and death are always there as a reminder. Nicely written humbird!
ReplyDeleteHank
This is a beautifully written piece.
ReplyDeleteLove the thought - all trees show the way to heaven.
ReplyDeleteLuv your imagery, thanks for linking up at my Earth Day meme
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
there are things we have to learn to let go....and to let chances slip passed us...its all in our choice in which we choose to let do that....
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