I am the eye
I am the seed
Riding the current
Tossed
Held
Led
By wind & rain
Mother Earth
Opens her arms
Her womb
I am rooted
In love
I am the storm
I am the storm
Pattra Burnetto Monroe
11:11
November 11, 2016
7 comments:
Indeed, it is true.
Thank you so much for reading & commenting. Sometimes I think these poems need a bit of TLC. So, I am so very glad you came to visit them. Sincerely, Pattra
I spied you at a mutual friend's facebookie, checked you out and saw the link. I have blogs too. Thing is with storms, I know them all too well. I worked coastwise and in the Arctic on tugs and barges off and on for 13 years. You put up your collar against the storm and it just keeps after you as if you hadn't....
I AM, the eye...the heart, the womb... WE choose where we identify, we are What We Are..the quiet eye, the raging winds..
From one poet to another, perhaps Lead is Led?
Oh, Thank you. Perhaps Led is correct! I really appreciate the proofreading. With the help of some friends, I published a chap books years & years ago... We must have proofread those pages over & over only to discover after it was published that I had used the word are instead of our. It drove me OCD crazy when i discovered the error. I wanted to go back and hand change it in every single copy, but alas it was too late. Sincerely, Thank you.
I still have the book. Nice to see your musings here.
And it is very nice to have my musings seen. Writing is often my voice. When I feel the need to be heard & seen, it is often because I need to listen to my inner voice too. This is where I heal & learn & let go. Thank you!❤
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