Poetry and other writing exploring feminism, motherhood, self, the Goddess, love, life, nature, the outdoors, all things beautiful and divine, all things sacred, destructive, and chaotic.
05 August 2008
Epiphany at the end of a poem (or at 2:39 am)
This is what a poet must do: make the invisible visible a thought, a feeling, an idea only poets see these fly as a bird, run as a wolf, stand naked as a tree.
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