Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Liberation




We are the divine among the divine
Lion cubs separated from the sheep
Refusing to succumb to the bleating
Somehow buying into the manifold
That we belong to a lesser god.

A different royal sanctum.
I will not bow down to the utterances
The berating and the bashing
My mane will sparkle in multi-colors
In the speckled, the matted, the unshaven
I will speak  and others will listen.

And slowly and softly
On the distant shores
I will find my roar. ..

10 comments:

  1. smiles. find that roar...and let it ring...

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  2. I love your work! It has a wonderful brilliance and clarity. I am a musician who blogs about creativity. Please visit me at freetospeakblog.blogspot.com I would love to hear from you.

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  3. Clarity... I like that...thanks for choosing to follow Betsy :)

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  4. beautifully written,artfully done.

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  5. I posted this wonderful poem on my blog. Thanks for writing it and sharing it. It's very inspiring!

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  6. Hi Lorely, just came by to say "hi" and wish you a happy day!
    Hope you are enjoying your summer!

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