Seed: they must be traveled alone.
He told me I must travel alone
but I did not believe him
until the day his wild spirit
fled as the swallows rode
wide circling into the distant sky
and I lay quiet
alone in the wide bed
listening for the voice
no longer near
to learn his truth
Cherita Fitzgerald is the Muse of Participatory Poetry Plaiting, Collaborated Combined Compositions, Merged Melded Meter, Liaisons of Linked Lyrics and Wedded Woven Words. Here poets come together to participate in cooperatively braiding various poetic forms, working together to create layered verse and compose reflective poetry. “A golden braid of mind, soul and spirit, endlessly folding back upon itself to reflect new images of poet and EveryLight.” (faucon of Sakin'el)
1 comment:
This speaks of that ultimate loneliness that comes to all of us sooner or later. So beautifully done, Fran.
Vi
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