The Wind

  I hear you eerily moan about the rooftops, Singing through bare branches, Unseen. I feel you tug at my disorientated soul, Asking me to dance, Unled. You excite me with undulating rhythm My wildness connects with yours, Unfettered. Dear wind. Kirsten Ivatts 2015.

Soul Rising

I feel you rise within me, slowly in stages, up my spine. Like a phoenix, steadily burning away the old, reducing me to ashes, clearing the debris of life, making way for ……not something new, no…..something incredible in a way that new cannot be, something vibrating at such a pace…
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