It creates

Greater whispers
commands
imperatives
dance
with
the
wheeling stars

This scent burns

This kiss
speaks devotion

The intoxicating seed
is within me

Taken root
and given time

It creates

This thing called Poet
this me

This Lion that stalks
broken hours and lonely souls

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5 Responses to It creates

  1. Jingle says:

    poor soul, well expressed.
    A++

  2. Olivia says:

    wow! One word- astounding!!!!!

    Tell me Dear, do we have more about this blog template? I mean that is a Phulkari Work that you have put on. A very traditional Indian embroidery pattern.. any association with the country or the culture or may be textiles? Just curious!

    Pardon my ignorance
    Hugs xoxox

  3. NotATameLion says:

    Thanks, both of you, for the kind words. Olivia…I must plead ignorance. It is from a backdrop of a photo I took at the University of Michigan Museum of Art.

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