Monday, March 24, 2014

Studio

I spit out the bulb of my voice
And it grew to a flower
A daffodil streaked with Blues
With leaves like piano keys.

I spit out my voice
And it grew to a huge thing
A birth like Athena
But from my throat.

My warrior's cry
Is a wave of sound,
Pealing like a bell
Through wires today.

I thought the bulb was withered
Being flung at death
And galloping over coffins
But it's arching toward the Spring.

Clear like crystal
Prisiming with sunlight.

6 comments:

  1. What an amazing piece of poetry. Wow! This reverberates down to my bones.

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  2. Nice, CC. Never underestimate the power of words and sounds spoken or yelled.
    ..

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  3. Clear like crystal
    Prisiming with sunlight

    Often times when things are ignored they have a life of their own. Nicely Cosmos!

    Hank

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  4. This is spoken from the very core. Powerful. Nicely done.
    Steve K.

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  5. Incredible write, I really love this one. The opening line is so powerful.

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  6. This has a mythical feel, for sure. Just great imagery and imagination.

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