WINTERING

Originally posted in 2013. Poem with Audio 🙂

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Wintering this body.

I wear my seperateness

like a shield from fantasy

and the fear of cold.

I know by now

one santa claus

who comes with a strange,

black gift for each of us.

I know love is real

but a fugitive from law.

That freedom’s breath is raw

and the world we think round

is shapeless after all.

~ Melanie Blackwell

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WINTERING

I’m reblogging one of my first posts.  AND I’m adding an audio clip.  This is my first attempt at recording and I must admit it is kinda scary…so I started with a brief one 🙂 I’d love some feedback!

Wintering this body.

I wear my seperateness like a shield from fantasy and the fear of cold.

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WINTERING

Wintering this body.

I wear my seperateness

like a shield from fantasy

and the fear of cold.

I know by now

one santa claus

who comes with a strange,

black gift for each of us.

I know love is real

but a fugitive from law.

That freedom’s breath is raw

and the world we think round

is shapeless after all.

~ Melanie Blackwell