Sunday, December 14, 2008
The Poet Seer
I asked for language
and was given
this necklace of words.
Then a robe of syllables,
clinging like sound
to my body.
Then my flesh
became emblazoned
with letters,
sacred markings,
each throbbing
to be heard.
I asked for language
and was given
this necklace of words.
Then a robe of syllables,
clinging like sound
to my body.
Then my flesh
became emblazoned
with letters,
sacred markings,
each throbbing
to be heard.
Then my throat opened
and I spoke these utterances.
Now I do not remember
who I was
before I entered
this cloud of saying,
this realm of speaking god.
Dorothy Walters
December 14, 2008
Now I do not remember
who I was
before I entered
this cloud of saying,
this realm of speaking god.
Dorothy Walters
December 14, 2008
