A tiny girl twirls in a pink tutu
Spinning like cotton candy into a woman
A little boy spins in laughing circles
Faster and faster until out of the blur emerges a man
Small children wish for simple pleasures to come their way
Women and men leap the damaged portions of
The Way
From the horizon of the Universe
A single clear voice calls
"Think"
Of the power
bound
in a single thread of DNA
released within
the coalesced transcendent possibility
Of a collective commitment to the We of The Way
For each sugar spun child melting into men and women
Together
You wrote a note in my blog about not being able to access Poetry Pantry. I am sure you can access it now. And thank you for the indication that you will order my book. Have a good Sunday.
ReplyDeleteTranscendent possibility, very nicely put. Thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteThank you ' I could NLT access your blog :(
DeleteTranscendent possibility very nicely put, thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteWow, Pearl, this is a fantastic poem - and wish - I especially love the "transcendent possibility of a collective commitment to the We of The Way". Right on!
ReplyDeleteI love watching children twirling into a blur as they play. That's what my grandchildren, too. It's special. :)
ReplyDeleteVery nice take on what you were given to play with.
ReplyDeleteVery well done!
ReplyDeletePearl, to me this reads like a beautifully spiritual poem. I love the thought of sugar-spun fairy girls and laughing sticks and snails boys growing into men and women. A treat to read. (thanks for accepting my FB friendship) :)
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