Wo poetry week 7 – Meditation


It moves slowly through

eye of the eye seeing you

Blank stares, darkened blue

If thoughts are the flames

casting shadows in our lives

embrace the darkness

Flickering light beams

still pass through shadows of night

what dreams now take flight

tourniquet yourself

release the tension inside

fresh blood rushes in

oxygen breathes flame

and from nothing comes something

from nothing, something

Morning sun brings dew

things anew, things anew here

morning sun brings dew

One thought on “Wo poetry week 7 – Meditation

  1. Molly B.

    Fire casting shadows,
    bringing light to the darkness,
    the re-growth, the re-growth.
    Re-grow, harvest, the felled trees that are
    notched, together without nails.


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