grief
my first home
can you imagine
making wreathes of wind
for your hair?
I should be happy
with duty
with
obedience comes
more than my share
every necessity comes
with resignation
until we find ourselves
holding hands with
an agitated inconsolable
inward stare
1 comment:
...can you imagine making wreaths of wind for your hair?...
what images come to mind! I can feel the exhilaration of standing in a wind-raked landscape with determination and conviction in my heart!
This line alone makes this poem one of my favorites!
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