Risen

His talons scratch / below the surface
He dabs the dirt / from my cold eyes

Is there no valor in sleep / in dreams
trees listen / with interest /

they record/my desires
the earth moves / now hot
to my touch / he’s in me / and I in him

We rise / Again


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De Jackson is today’s host for dVerseβ€˜ Quadrille Monday.  De says:
Write a poem of exactly 44 words, including some form of the word dab. 

Published by Tricia Sankey

Plays with words in her free time.

36 thoughts on “Risen

  1. My goodness this is good! πŸ˜€ I can’t decide whether I love the phoenix.more or this poem! πŸ’πŸ’

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