Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on November 26, 2011 0 Comments

The sentinels have

been waiting for

my visit today

I feel their greeting

they want to

tell me more


I am

a willing listener

They know

I will weave

the granite and moss

into tales of

fluid words

to be placed

upon a page

marking time

which moves

so differently

for them

than for my

limited human me


I have my stories too

The buzz and pulse of me

is in my storyteller heart

It whispers to me

without pause

I ask them

to tuck my poems

my dreams, my visions


place them deeply

within their grey bellies

for another time

and place

when a new wordsmith



I sit with them

for hours

wait for the sky

to stop bleeding blue

into purple plum ebony

A moment in their eternity





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I am very passionate, sometimes too impulsive, a lover of life and all that it has to offer.

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