Water Sheds

She needs a new song.
One that doesn’t sting.
One that doesn’t swing
its way long ’round her
neck like a millstone.

She
needs a new tune,
a new land
-mark, a quiet spark
and some well-worn
shoes to mark the mud.

She needs a new smile
-tone, a quiet stone to
hold each wandered fret,
set her feet to dancing,
remind her she’s got
wings.
 

..
prompted by Poetic Asides.


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4 Responses to Water Sheds

  1. Shimmer says:

    Water’s heads. I like.

  2. I love the idea of water shedding away your top layer. And the last part – we all need to be reminded that we’ve got wings, don’t we? It’s so easy to forget in this crazy world of ours.

  3. Susan says:

    From feet to wings, as in a n Escher sketch, is a fabulous path on every level.

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