Sunday, March 25, 2012

skinned alive

blow on me wind
take away yesterday’s skin
and if you cannot blow hard enough
cool me a breeze
so that I may stare into the sun
until the moon offers me the night
and I shall walk into the dark

3 comments:

  1. Sometimes it's like this. Ch-ch-ch-changes...

    Short and sweet and sad and hopeful, all at once.

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  2. I get spurts every once in a while. They continuously 'pop' in my head but only sometimes do I put them in word. Some people write these 'pops' in a log until they accumulate enough of them then marry them together in one piece . I like doing things spontaneously without the traditional strings attached without regard or hope for positive feed back. I am injured often with this methodology but it's a cathartic avenue and if in the process it affect someone then great.

    Always welcome your visit because I cherish your work.

    Gracias, mi amiga

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  3. This is so beautiful! It sounds like a prayer. Sorry I've been lax on my commenting. Life has been rather hectic-nothing major, just lots of minor annoyances.

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