Wednesday, December 07, 2011

PAINTING STUDIO Night On The Ridge Walking A Poem By Stephen Craig Rowe


Did you walk a poem today?
Yes I did, my dear.
The day was rather dark and damp.
I woke
and became of it.  Tossing and turning in dreams, hugging pillows and covers, soft rain sounds that fell soft as snow on flowers.  I ran around the bed, this way and that, half awake and sleeping. 

Liberty woke the Dragon, as She does from time to time.   All wings and a flutter, in a glow to let the Dragon know.  It may be time.  
Did you walk a poem today?
Indeed I did, my dear.
Each soft step well taken, in a space between the words.  In a reflection of the wine.  On a night on the ridge.   Did you you walk a poem today?  As ever be well,  Stephen Craig Rowe

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