I wait
the thunder of a beast
who once bled my soul
crawls up my spiraling spine
threatens to unfurl my mind
once again
I wait
the silence shrouds my heart
I am not obscured, but saved
intricate murmurs of
miasmic hope shiver through
once again
I wait
the earth revolves
over my carcass backwards
in time – the world stares
at this fetus in the sand
and lifts me from starvation
once again
I wait
wondering who this
silken skin belongs to
what this gracious curve of
breast might mean
how my essence
fell into being
once again
once again
I wait for a world
to erupt under my feet
enrapture me in its arms
and spit me out
alone
with my
destiny
Photograph & Poem by Anne Norda
January 11, © 2010
The Juice Bar 
Anne, I am always awestruck by your work, words & images…quite stunning, again. Thank you for sharing with us at The Juice Bar! – Lisa 🙂
Beautiful, Anne. You are the gift.
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some haunting, fascinating words and pix
Amazing Anne, a true artist you are.
Let’s all meet our destiny next year!