Untitled 2/25/05
A stormy thundering in my ears,
rivers through my hair and overwaters skin.
Peeled by a cascade, my skin of soul
delights in the wholesome dwelling,
moved and touched, stroked by the very water of life.
rivers through my hair and overwaters skin.
Peeled by a cascade, my skin of soul
delights in the wholesome dwelling,
moved and touched, stroked by the very water of life.
posted by Meg at
2:45 PM
2 Comments:
Hope you don't mind a stranger posting a comment here, but I just wanted to say its some good stuff. I love taking walks in warm summer rainstorms. I was just browsing through blogger and your site inspired me to start a poetry/writing blog of my own, since i've been doing more writing lately. Thanks for that =P
Keep it up
_derek
By
noogenesis, at 2:16 AM
hi... i'm one stranger, too, inspired by your poetic expression here ;-) keep it up.
By
shajarah, at 8:45 PM
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