We Woke Up Parched
This marks a day of change.
change of day, pants on two legs at
a time, right side of the bed
I made to lie on
and onward and upward and up
up up on your feet little
darling eyes opened!
Follow the pound of my voice drum
that can't go over it
can't go under it, around it,
has to beat through the new dawn.
Arise alive!
Be thirsty for the river rising
over your toes
and onward and upward and up
up up on your feet little
darling legs dancing!
Drink deep today and drown
your tongues, until songs
force a chatter between
your tooth tooth teeth.
Breathe until notes resonate
upwards and outwards
and into the dry bones valley,
until the parched ones
rise up anew on
their foot foot feet.
5 comments:
chills. God gives me this certain type of chills when He's so in something i couldnt blame it on my imagination if i tried.
oh kate. your poem sings the truth of my life at this moment.
thank you for being open to what he has for you to declare. to sing from the rooftops! keep singing. the music reaches the mountains in colorado and shakes them to their core. my own heart included.
Do not ever stop,
Cat Thompson!!
p.s. I hope it's all right that I found your blog on the facebook.
Thank you.
you've got such wonderful words coming out between your
tooth tooth teeth
i like this a lot.
beautiful.
mmmmm!
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