The Poetic Moment

Megan Palmer - Poetic Moment

my angels of the street are bleeding.
broken flight, they limp toward me,
trails of blood-red dust at their feet.

Nadine Saxton - Poetic Moment

Who is my own true nature?

Who is my own true nature?

Anywhen

Inner streams red and green
Sitting cross legged out of time

Lisa Cowen - Poetic Moment

I am a holder of contradictions.

When I was opal I could hear them,
Singing holy, holy, holy!
And my tongue sang alalalah!

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