I rattled all the chains
in the old kingdom.
Thinking I was wind
or dirt, or rain.
A ghost
pressed in
the miles thick earth.
A whisper stoked
by worms
or armored friends.
The bark fed climb
and I’ll be rising.
Find me calling
fresh, reborn
again.
© Angela Bigler 2013
Feathers which have fallen at my feet...please, please look for the one's that fall at yours...for they are there....and do share them with us
Just another way to talk to myself in public...
A blog that will explore various topics designed to educate, entertain, engage, encourage, and empower both English-speaking and Spanish-speaking readers via writing and audio-video expression.The primary vehicle of self- expression will be Poetry and Essays but other forms of writing, including fiction, will make an appearance from time to time.
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Wow I love this and the photo is awesome! 😃
Thank you Michelle!