Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Rik George writes

The Place

I sit in a place 

that is no place, 
emptiness over me, 
emptiness under me, 
emptiness around me. 
Something scatters 
stars in the void. 
A joy unwinds 
from a depth in me. 
My feet touch ground. 
I rise and run 
with a new strength.

 Image result for starry sky paintings
 Universe 2 -- Cynthia Kennedy

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