'she' saga

night crawls within the soil
dissolved in slowly melting snow

confused, she walks the frozen path
searching for untimely berries
and murmuring with a dreamy voice –

your rib – my spine
your smile – my shrine



she roams with rosaries made of apple pips
hanging around her wrists and ankles –
she stumbles but rises back quickly,
holding on the rope of her words –

your seed – my tree
your 'you' – my 'me'



how can there be shadow when there's no light?
and yet her soles feel beneath them
the shadow of her thoughts –

your loss – my gain
your fall – my reign



and under the moonless sky,
the earth drenched in night essence
vows to ever cherish her footsteps



Poetry by Lilly Negoi
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Written on 2012-12-22 at 10:10

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It is truly the Good Earth and 'she' is an Earth Mother, as we used to say.
2012-12-23


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poetry has such a breathless quality, I find I am quite in admiration, thank you

Elle x
2012-12-22