I am a child of the earth Raised by the stars in the sky Tended by the moon as I sleep Scars of the world clothe me Her wounds rich in history. I am bathed by the tears of the clouds When it rains, the wind howls-in my ears Apocalyptic.... When I cry-the earth soaks up my tears A piece of my soul Turning to dust; And like dust, I rise A storm of stardust On moonstruck madness.. The sky calls out my name at dawn Sparking the sun on my breast.. I am a child of the earth The darkness and the light The truth, the lie Sorrow and joy It's all there in the Pen that I wield. #free verse
I am honored to share Lorraine’s incredible journey of hope . She has generously allowed us into her life for which I cannot thank her enough. I salute this amazing woman’s indomitable courage . Her awesome poetry is an inspiration .
On oceanus' edge Borealis blooms sparkle- A glazed east enticed.... Her rose-gold arms, she blinds the stars, melting Luna into blushing shadows. Zephyrus flits on rays of Sol, luminescing the Ersa. Bringer of light Eosphoros shines Fire-bright..Day-bright. I watch Eos as she streaks across the sky riding chariots-Lampus and Phaeton--trailing safron robes, she cradles undressed sky on mantle of glimmering lace. She breathes into earth Chastity of a new born day--- A special time.
A storm brews
In another sky