sharp slice / muscle snap /white bone pulsed blood / dark alarm do you believe - - ghost limbs can not up? worship false prophecies if you must another truth unfolds protest the wild eye / the red try the stretched hot lump / heart pump regains sky alive scrills the instinct sound alive licks sun on feather's sheen alive responds great distance hung beneath slick beauty escaped sinewed span expands on solid air rides strength that does not fold to tiny movements in curling green
Poem by Jo Mariner
Image credit: Arnell Gilberto Bercero, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons
What a powerful poem, and so well read. Your feel for words isreally apparent from hearing you read your work, Jo.
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Thank you barabara
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so very good.
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