echoes in a turtleshell
A cyber journal of my artistic journey.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Dance
Dance.
si~lent chor~us roar,
twirl on tether~ed mark,
shoot with stars a~bove,
dance, heart, dance.
– B
Monday, August 6, 2012
Storm of the Heart
storm of the heart;
sweeping the shores bare,
unburying bones
relegated to memory,
raising shards to pierce,
webs of weed to tangle,
never predicted,
usually unexpected,
frequently incapacitating,
always cleansing.
- B
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