The talented Maggie will be coming up with the Friday word, while Mona recovers from surgery over the next couple of weeks (Have a quick recovery Mona!). Maggie picked "hail" as the Friday word. I have a poem below, I am not too happy with it, but there it is. But before we get to the poem, that story about dumplings in China that supposedly had cardboard? I blogged about it here. Apparently that was a hoax. The story on cnn link. But I heard the correspondent on NPR say that it could be possible that the Chinese authorities decided to call it a hoax as the story was true and too embarrassing. Who knows? Anyway on to the poem..
Where do you hail from?
Lips dry.. my being trembles
The descent in to loneliness
Smothering my soul
Mind tumbling into a vortex
Hailstorm of self doubts
Whirlwinds scattering my thoughts
Lifeless and adrift
Under the eyes of a cold gray sky
Unleashing my demons
Chafe beneath the burden
Of my own crosses.. real and imagined
Shards of broken dreams flow thru my veins
Puncturing them, draining in to me
Eyes sightless.. unseeing
Gnarled and brought to my knees
I had seen love
Would she look back at me now?
Was she an illusion?
Eyes open at the sound of her voice
A gentle aria of her amour
Bathed in the light of her eyes
Healed by her touch
Renewed as her laugh washed over me
I drink from the soft petals of her lips
Ambrosia worthy of the gods
For a mere mortal.. why?
The fragrance of her yoni
Its divine warmth gives me succor
As it breathes in to me life
She envelopes me in the cocoon of her love
Where do you hail from angel?
Hush!.. she whispers against my lips.