Sunflower Stepper by Lisa Graham
In the twilight of the seeded sun
I walk the path of imagination
where dreams pearl reality’s limbs.
With mystery's prodding I drink the light
until my inner well of who I wish to be
drips you can from my parched lips.
Cradled by the open palmed moon
I feel it polish my rebirth with sandstone stars
and watch doubt’s tattoo fade into memory.
Comments
until the well of who I wish to be
set me guessing. I think it will take growing up plus to figure out how that will turn out. (I also had a 'pronoun problem' with it.)
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Thanks for writing to Sunday's Challenge Susie ~ Happy week ahead ~
I feel it polish my rebirth with sandstone stars"
This part leaves me breathless...I just love your descriptions of two of my favorites!!
I enjoy that you bring the essence of time in your opening and setting for the mystery...beautiful, Susie!