The Poet.

Water_witch-2by Abigael10 Apr 2014

Poetic Spirit. Revised

She feels the chafe
the burn of our world,
mixed with her own blood.
She dips into the colour
and diversity of the earth
contemplates --
the pulse of humanity

She has songs to sing
gives voice to the vulnerable
her vivid imagination
knows no ceiling or walls.
She explores the veiled face
finds mini rainbows in dewdrops
touches the fire in your belly

One of life's outriders
she rides the crest of life
strains toward tomorrows shadow..
A spirit birthed in the sea,
her feet firmly astride the land
arms reach for distant stars.

She constructs rainbow bridges
to span life's uncertainty,
dark nights,fire innate curiosity.
She writes out pain,
heartache, or endless rain --
transforms it to bitter sweet beauty.

A priestess of possibilities
she is open to life's mysteries
and her altruistic soul
is synonymous with peace.
Unique, the words she pens
are a lantern aglow, that bares
her spirit -- .

free, untrained and untamed.

Poetic Heart

She feels the chafing
and the burn of our world,
mixed with her own blood
she dips into the colour
and diversity of this world
and contemplates
the pulse of humanity

She has many songs to sing
gives voice to the vulnerable
her strong imagination
may walk in your shoes
explore the faces in a cloud
see rainbows in dewdrops
touch the fire in your belly

one of lifes outriders
she rides the crest of life
strains toward future shadows.
a spirit birthed in the sea,
her feet astride the land
she reaches for the heavens

she paints rainbow bridges
to connect our world
lights a candle on darkest nights
a poet can write of pain,
and heartache or endless rain
yet make it a pleasure to read

A priestess of possibilities
she is open to life's mysteries
and her altruistic spirit
is synonymous with peace.
She is unique. but her words
are a lantern her reader holds
and she wonders ....

if we are all poets at heart ?