Thursday, March 1, 2012

Tundra















The tundra is soft
beneath my feet
I sink into it

I feel old and heavy
full of ancient stories
and antiquated thoughts
of tomorrow's
sighs

I walk out
on a fine story line
I wear special shoes
like a trapeze artist


My feet fashion
themselves around
rocks
My arms held
straight out
for balance

The sun catches me
by surprise
and
 I fall into
warmth



3 comments:

  1. I loved the Last stanza!

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  2. This lovely...I can feel myself walking on there and feeling the sun on my face ~

    Have a good day ~

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  3. Beautiful poetry Ellecee

    Striker

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