“under water” © 2016 StacyMichelle
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I was woman first. one
who floated in the middle of a month
barely bruised ground. squarely
blew budding blue moon
into sympathetic nights
I was never without truth. & I never
gave in first. nor second. maybe third
or fourth. maybe in the middle
of a dream. in a missing room
where the walls vanished. & came home again
exquisite in my magic
I was song in throat
nest & vessel
I knew I would bear children. all
under water
(C) 2016 StacyMichelle
Wow Stacy, you are ‘exquisite in [your] magic’. Whole poem so perfect but that last verse especially connected…
Thank you so much
You are extremely exquisite in your magical words!!!!
And the painting so fits the words. Greatness as usual🌹🌹🌹
Awww thank you Hun
Wonderful words and art. Beautiful and filled with emotion.
Thank you lee
You are truly talented, Stacy.
This is powerful, Stacy 🙂