I took a leave from self last night
and gave in to your will;
those fireflies, like little gods,
rendering me more nil.
and gave in to your will;
those fireflies, like little gods,
rendering me more nil.
Settling on a boat-like leaf,
I turned the cover down.
All I know is how I slept
dressed in your green gown.
Long before the break of day
my body gave up grief.
Those fears I'd wept, escaped
the crypt, like tiny deaths arose.
Sun and wind anointing soul,
and I fly home again--
those crickets giving little nods
to punctuate the end.
my body gave up grief.
Those fears I'd wept, escaped
the crypt, like tiny deaths arose.
Sun and wind anointing soul,
and I fly home again--
those crickets giving little nods
to punctuate the end.
Kay Weeks, poem and illustration June 22, 2010
7 comments:
Lovely poem. It's like turning a new page and moving forward.
Wow that is my favorite yet. I love the illustration also.
This illustrated poem was wonderful. Thanks, Kay. I always love the pictures and poems.
Kaye Reid Keeble, CA
So dreamy and languid, just perfectly illustrated, Kay.
Ruth Rossin
Roanoke, VA
kay,
this is inspiring. thank you.
mia
What a wonderful poem! Truly this is one of your very best. I was transported to another world by this. Kayes " dreamy and languid " summed it up for me as well. Harve
Your poem is delightfu. I am partial to your rhyming poems.
Trudy Sundberg
Whidbey Island, WA
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