we were
rustic...
we were
natural
we were
spoken earth tones...
warm
brown silences
and our bodies steeped in the
liquid
cool of repose...
we were
the most organic laughter
fashioning
wild bamboo shoots of fresh ideas for a world
to nourish off of...
we were
classic...
we were...timeless and
homegrown...
we were red dusty trails that led
to lonely orchards and
sunshine throwing
prisms
on dew drops...
we were...
we...
...woke up and recognized...there was never any 'we,'
only the sole companionship
of me.
bloodspeaks/2011
"We were spoken earth tones..."
ReplyDeleteI love this line, and the whole piece. Great weaving. I picture you at the mic, breaking these into independent emotions and visuals. Really nice work.
Thank you Kimberly...wow...coming from you i'm honored! I actually have more poetry from the past...i've just recently opened this site...so be on the look out and I will definitely be on the look out for more from you.
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