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
I loved the Last stanza!
ReplyDeleteEllecee,
I have something for you on my blog,
http://winterofthemind.blogspot.in/2012/03/versatile-blogger.html
This lovely...I can feel myself walking on there and feeling the sun on my face ~
ReplyDeleteHave a good day ~
Beautiful poetry Ellecee
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