By the blinding Sun

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Phoenix Poetry

Submitted: January 08, 2017

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Submitted: January 08, 2017



With his lips perching, bowing to his nose,

Out of the water’s surface

His eyes were glossed and wandered with the thought of the cradle

And lost, out grown by roots

Spreading in curls and scars of purity

And under nature’s rebuke, in his quaking Mother’s hands

The last note of the divinity of life

Was played upon the window as mist

And the tears, bred through faucets of birth

Slipped him away from all beating cause


And he rose,

And I woke…


And in the haze of a morning

My eyes were dried by the blinding Sun

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