life, let it be that of yourself.
Let it burst like water over a dam;
Sound, like the crash of waves that a sea throws against the
base of a cliff – causing a drenching, a refreshing, an
Let it be like a baptism sending you out into the world with
clothes wet and clinging so that at last you may be outlined
definitely. No longer hidden, but described as an outward
shape – made beautiful in your obvious presence.
Here is your self made solid in clay. Each line and
curve describing some aspect made tangible, perceivable,
For it is now and you are here: wholly yourself, and
made flesh in a birthing whose experience leaves you
breathless, new … alive.
And your voice, out in the wilderness, repeats over and again …
I am made
SO TELL ME: What do you think of this piece?
- Did it engage you?
- Does the meaning come across? Are there any images or lines you don’t understand or find unclear?
- Are there obvious errors in spelling, punctuation or grammar?
- Do you have any suggestions for revision?
Please be brutally honest in your assessments – good, bad or indifferent.
I don’t scare easily; and I really do want to hear what YOU have to say about my work.
Many thanks in advance for your time and your criticism.
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AUTHOR: I am might war. I have a love of music, the written word, travel, Anime, polar bears, people and “sticking and colouring”.