Uprooted
14 August 2016
Cycles start
Within the days count
Sundays end
In Mondays
Twirling through Fridays tolling
To days of the King
Hidden coins
Treasure my crowning
Golden steel
Shines at heel
Drowning water ankle deep
Weaknesses we keep
Fruit of loins
Baskets plentiful
Chosen few
Green in hue
Ripened by the sun and dew
Morrows promises
They depart
Like the rolling stones
Downhill slide
Left to glide
They carve pathways in waters
Unbridled their ride
Like the tide
Ebb and flow of Love
Wandering
Reaching back
When the storms turn skies pitch black
Sporadic in touch
We juggle
Solitary spoils
Burning coils
Uprooted
When the fires invade trees
Sudden burning frees
Reading of the poem:
Over and over – Rachel Yamagata
Be be your Love – Rachel Yamagata
You Won’t Let Me – Rachel Yamagata
This repaid repeated reading – savouring the imagery in efforts to understand
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Thank you Derrick. I always appreciate your insights and intelligent reading
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Lovely!
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Thank you young Marissa as Mike would say 😀
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Fantastic artwork!!!!! Great poem.
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Thank you!
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Love this one!
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Thank you Sarah!
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