we choose our parents
as souls crying to be reborn
into earthen vessels, for artist souls
look inside to see
their own temperature--what makes
for a good poem. honesty told through
a pin hole in a wooden flute
found by the banks
of the susquehanna river
casting in the wind soul
reminded to be a part-
nourished by the wind art
of cooperative blessings
we ache joy in cyclones &
form wax winged words
like birds-- knowing when to perch,
and when to let them fly
Kate Lamberg
October 24, 2012
fluffy october cloud~ photo by Kate Lamberg~
No comments:
Post a Comment