Fri, 07/06/2018 - 18:10 -- Toccata

Poetry is a storm 

Forlorn and freeing to me.

Drops in an ocean,

     drops of emotion,

a crazy wild downpour 

of speaking human feeling.

Drops of wild,

     drops of love,

          drops of soul.

An indigo wind

chased by blue midnight sky

expressing many souls.


Feeling silent


shows itself in words on a page.

Swirling fire of the sage 

and wise love of this

     a redeemed human heart.

This poem is about: 
My community


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