The remnant,
The faces,
The griefs,
The terrors,
The ruin
Letters to each and all
The deepest wisdom
Of all the earth
The city throbbed
Day and night
The narrow ways
Were crowded
The wide road
Yet dark
A strange cry rang out
High
Vast
And the point was a rich sword
Forced
To lie in bed,
Gnawing with wrath at weakness,
She ravened up
And wandered in the wilds.
Bold and insolent,
Able to bear shame and anguish no longer
Fierce
Brave
and stubborn
Forced to fly
White with great age
And the calmness of deep learning
While I am tucked away in the studio building The Academy for the fall, I am taking little breaks to nourish and express my creative spirit. I have a love of poetry and have been delighting in creating little found poems from an old book.
