stone dreaming

the woman
with pebble eyes
and river blood

sings inside water

her dragonfly wing
whisper
brushes my ears

she needs
rain

the drought of her bones
is dry twigs
snapping

her mud skin
dries
in lines tracing
alphabets

I don’t read

the hurricane
stripped
her Spanish moss hair

she breaks

there is no one left
to tell it

all the witnesses

are dead

or refuse
to remember

***interesting dream.

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I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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6 Responses to stone dreaming

  1. Ian Moone says:

    sounds like a very interesting dream and a pretty good poem

  2. nelle says:

    Makes me thirsty. :-)

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