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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

The women singing

by Susa Silvermarie

The women singing
covered me with a quilt of harmony.

The women singing
covered me with a quilt of harmony.

The ground under the oak tree
graciously took my weight–
Gladly I gave myself away.
On this bed of contentment,
I rested from thoughts,
from oughts, from plannings.

The women singing their cherished songs
penetrated the shield of my skin.
The women singing
came into my body like rainbow air
carried by my blood
to the edges of my skin.
The women singing
turned me into a shimmer of water.
Dissolved into earth like a rain of light,
I lay in the afternoon grass,
and I was nowhere else.

©Susa Silvermarie 2015
reprinted with permission

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  1. That’s a great poem. I have to share it with my friends, I know one in particular who will really love it. Thanks.


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