run, gypsy
i am
pastel pretty and dark closet rune
bone deep and feather dried
fountain flushed and mirror movement
i am
earth breath and wing touch
hope bare and hollow eyed
fault finder and gravity maker
i am
song sword and syllable certain
scream vague and whisper written
moon hearted and nest addled
i am
moss skirt and crooked finger
open grave and winded future
beaded lover and scramble dancer
i am
the sun that never rose
in the forest of supplication
fleeing the harness of habitude
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo.
Also joining in with PAD (poem a day) over at Writer’s Digest.
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April 7th, 2014 at 10:02 am
I always love how you write. I like how you have described yourself here and I imagine there is so much more. Thanks.
April 7th, 2014 at 10:55 am
Such a joy to read aloud, like an ancient magical chant. Every word perfectly written.
April 7th, 2014 at 2:05 pm
And I love every ounce of this poem. So much beauty in such a compact package. Thank you.
April 7th, 2014 at 6:56 pm
song sword and syllable….love that bit…a cool bit of a self portrait with original comparisons…and def flee those habits…smiles.