Thursday, February 17, 2011

the poet


"My soul lies therein, inked upon skin, ages of scrying tolls, bells ringing like birds singing, falling to their ultimate demise. Living is surviving one thousand timely deaths and one million births, simultaneous. My pen, my voice, my voice, my palms, my soul is my vehicle, my thunder, my vociferous resounding heart; beating. On bent knee, in reverence, this gift I do accept." 


my soul lies therein
inked upon skin

ages upon ages of
scrying
death
tolls

bells ringing like birds singing

falling falling to their
ultimate
demise

living is surviving
and one thousand timely deaths
are but one million births
on this plane
still breathing

of blood and love
and loss and lust
of good and bad
and the deep dark
velvet night
of silent embrace

oh my love, my sight
my pen is my voice
my voice are my palms
my soul is my vehicle
my thunder
my vociferous
resounding
beating heart

my soul pleading
through my pen bleeding

My Lord, My God
my head thus bent
in reverence
this gift i do accept

on bended knee
for you

my soul lies therein
inked upon skin

falling falling
to
its
ultimate

life




© Susan Marie 2011

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