Stop the sky beneath my shadow.
Honey roses light my vision
after delicate blue waters
pound through soaring bitter rains.
Surviving amid weeds.
Tight-lipped lily beaten to near grave
Awaken. Rise up from sewage and
face your art, naked.
*Thank you to New Plains Review who originally published this poem.
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That was such a beautiful read… wow!
Lindsey,
That was excellent! “Honey roses light my vision” will be staying with me for days. Glad to have found your blog through SITS!
Kelly
The blues of this darkened sky are just lovely.
Visiting from 31dbbb. Great poem, and I really like the accompanying photo.
a beautiful picture and beautiful poem,
you have a wonderful gift with words. This poem is so delicate and yet has a powerful undertone. Perfect for this week’s prompt as well.
Great poet and photographer. I like how you put the two together so nicely.
Joyce M
Beautiful dark-and-light sky! Your poetry matches it well. Lovely post
Beautiful poem & imagery. Loved the line – "surviving amid weeds."
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