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How many miles has she walked now
(barefoot, backwards, both ways),
how many days until the next rest
-stop? These feet are fueled by quiet
psalm and howling prayer, dared to
keep going by a sinking sun. She’s
shed her salt, her past, her names;
blamed the asphalt for scars she gave
herself. She’s done time in limbo,
elbows and knees skinned and stained
by silence, violence, violet blooms un
-chained. She’s still following the road
map of her own bright veins, the true
north of her long tired heart. She’s
startled the day with her smile, stum
-bled more miles than anyone can
say. Her playlist is a drumbeat, a long
slow feat of fallen notes trampled, samp
-led by moon. It’s too soon to tell if she
knows where she’s going, but the truth
is here in black(top) and white and yell
-ow lines: she’s flowing and falling and
stubbing her toes and spreading wild
wings that just might remember how to fly.
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Prompted by OctPoWriMo, day 7.
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Incredible and amazing.
I love this:
“How many miles has she walked now
(barefoot, backwards, both ways),”
“Her playlist is a drumbeat” … Amen. It’s the only way to block out all the voices trying to destroy her, even the ones she once perceived as her best friends.
SO many breath-stealing lines in this ! one that really gripped me was this ‘These feet are fueled by quiet psalm and howling prayer, dared to keep going by a sinking sun.’ Simply stunning, as always!
Wow, loved this! I keep reading it over and over, getting more images every time!
I love it.. really beautiful. The last stanza is terrific… she just might remember how to fly. I think she will remember.
Yep… flying beats walking. Our wings are clipped early in life.
She’s hitting the road, then! This is another wonderful poem – with a great message!
Wow! This whole piece is lovely but that last stanza is poem gold!
Her playlist is a drumbeat, a long
slow feat of fallen notes trampled, samp
-led by moon. It’s too soon to tell if she
knows where she’s going, but the truth
I loved this. Beautiful piece. Went through a few of your other poems as well. Love the unique style of the your poems.. they seem to quite literally dance and pause.. dance and pause.. then spin and dance again.
Thank you so much. No better compliment for me than when someone wants to read more than the one he/she clicked over for. Appreciate your kind words so much!