i wanna keep the slow.
break it down
hold it down
keep it still
pause
in two hands, rope,
a lasso
over my head it spins
my eye on the prize
I throw
A break in the gray,
something on the ground,
I look up and
through the heavy haze,
I can see.
she is round, clear,
perfect,
hovering,
watching.
no blindness
no burning
just fire with
graceful, long fingers
reaching down like webs,
reaching for her children
trying to hold on.
I hear the ground scrape
as my feet slide,
I am slow.
Breathing in,
I wrap my arm around once,
adjust my grip, then tighten.
hang on
hang on tight
she says....
here we go
xoxo
soulful words; beautiful flow. Good morning!
ReplyDeletebeautiful. thank you.
ReplyDeleteTime passes, regardless. Regardless of how we feel, if we are ready. Might as well embrace it, hold on tight and enjoy the ride. Happy Monday MJ!
Safe travels!!!!
ReplyDeletegreat shot, and the words make me feel on a hammock myself...
ReplyDeletegood morning beautiful!
ReplyDeleteIt's been a beautiful day here and I hope yours has beent the same!
ReplyDeleteThat portrait is fantastic!
ReplyDeleteAnd you hang on too!
Beautiful.....!
ReplyDeletexo
cortnie
<3
ReplyDeleteOh, this is a gorgeous piece. I feel her grasp.
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