blue waters

 

 

Blue Waters
There is a worn pail where I carry my moments
of solitude & throw them into the sea.
The water cracks in a crescendo of acceptance
and the foam runs like purity back & forth
in a cleansing across my feet.
Sometimes in first dawn, I am a dark woman,
outlined in a coral burst that hides my face.
With my face hidden, I distribute a prayer.
I pray for the restoration of silhouettes,
waiting to be brought from the shadows.

 

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Very mysterious and intriguing, great imagery to spark the imagination.

[W.k.kortas]

This is a sermon stripped of ornamentation and ritual. It is the paradoxical power of simplicity. Short, but nowhere near incomplete.

[Lilith des Cavernes]

I really love this work. Your imagery is mesmerizing. Brava!

[Doctor JKC]

Reminds me of digging a short hole
and screaming into it.
The hole is made.

Love your work!
Jack

[Ed Hart]

you can't plan something like this... you're lucky if you can catch most of it as it moves through you... how fortunate...