200th post!

This is my poetry for this week. The assignment was to read a book of poems by Laura Tohe, choose six lines that we liked, then write lines to go along with them. The first line is hers, the next is mine, and so on. Then we had to take our lines and put them together into a poem.

FLYING

At the rim, I want to jump into your canyon and run into your ocean, naked and reborn.

This is where I was born and where I will die, in the oceans of red sand like blood - one with the earth.

Winter mornings when the red earth is dry, I will reach for you.

And when spring comes again, the warm, wet earth will bleed red with life.

The silver breath of a thousand horses, and it is only yours I seek

Solid, cold, unchanging - why is it always you I turn to?

I can't go near you without feeling the earth sing through you.

Strong and eternal - your voice, melting like honey, warm, safe, and healing.

Cedar and rock monoliths know the motion of the wind, the patience of waiting, the gathering of strength, here it's possible to know the world in the words of our ancestors, the simple beauty of blue horses running.

We, too, gather our strength, waiting for our own turn to break free and run with the wind.

Take this map of rainbows and fly, fly, child.

This is the charge we've been given: to live, and learn, and love. Let us fly.

FLYING

This is where I was born and where I will die, in the oceans of red sand like blood - one with the earth.

And when spring comes again, the warm, wet earth will bleed red with life.

Solid, cold, unchanging - why is it always you I turn to?

Strong and eternal - your voice, melting like honey, warm, safe, and healing.

We, too, gather our strength, waiting for our own turn to break free and run with the wind.

This is the charge we've been given: to live, and learn, and love. Let us fly.