Wednesday, November 25, 2009

warrior names




There was a wild fire in the middle of the field
and you
ran
ran
and you forgave yourself on a day
when the sun shone
high.

It's blowing up a storm
out there
on the outside
of forever
tonight
and there is a jack of spades
in a treehouse
where your name
is not recognised/
where the wind always blows;
beautifully.

5 comments:

  1. i dont just love this.
    i FEEL it and breathe it.

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  2. Wow. This is so stunning, I could read it over and over again!

    jeniwren.com

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  3. Oh, bravo, Kerri- I esp. loved this line...
    "and you forgave yourself on a day
    when the sun shone
    high."
    Fantastic.
    :)
    xo

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  4. Simply beautiful...found you because your blog was after mine today when I clicked the next blog button...how lucky for me! beautiful prose composed most thoughtfully...thank you.

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