And I sit feeling everything
Posted on | June 26, 2009 | 5 Comments
Today the sound of fans and wind
my heart breaking and gathering in the turning air;
a racehorse with an ankle turned, tendons like rope, continues even then
towards the line,
nostrils flared, hay soon
and cool, cool water.
The sky is spread with shreds of clouds,
the leaves are moving, fluttering, the air winnowing
around the tiny furze on the swallowtail’s wing
and I sit feeling everything:
damp hair falling on my shoulders
stems on the table of eaten strawberries
small circles of berry stain, pollen scattered from the bouquet
of daisies with their bending stems in the glass jar
and the way I am uncertain now.
Other things know nothing of this
the poplars and the meadow grasses
bend and bend and bend again
in the wind.
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I am Christina Rosalie
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I am a multimedia storyteller, digital strategist, idea starter, stalker of wonder, finder of four leaf clovers, MFA graduate student, and mama of boys. My first book,
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June 26th, 2009 @ 10:07 am
What a lovely poem…and the title, wow.
June 26th, 2009 @ 3:03 pm
love this.
June 28th, 2009 @ 10:39 am
pow. Again! LOVE.
June 28th, 2009 @ 8:47 pm
<3 You are so great!
July 8th, 2009 @ 7:34 am
this is a really beautiful piece of writing.