There is a pebble embedded
under my tattered nails
they are raw and ragged
caked with grass and dried mud
full where it should be empty crescent moons
Scratching at the surface
of the frozen ground
I was powerless
but once I felt
the heat radiating from
the core of the mother's belly
I knew Santorini wasn't so far away
after all
In the blink of a poet's third eye
In the bluest blue of the sky
In the blossoming of a lotus I
I could be there and experience
the scent of the ebony sand
the ocean smoothed stones
My fingertips are the guide
as the blackest black ink
travels across the
virgin white parchment paper
creating synapse avenues
completing the circle
Like bubbles of air
I slowly rise to the surface
where this time the earth
is my sister awaiting
my return home























Comments: 33
You are so talented
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I was wondering after my response whether 'earth-y longings' would be more appropriate. Much the same, though, no??
Thanks for posting to the Wall of Parchment on The Triple Name Club where it's now featured.
drawing in with scented breath
released as satori
Thanks for sharing with Gather's Luminous Writers and Artists.
a beautiful created vision
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