Naked in Neptune’s rocky nest
I shout out in the blue pool
Shout out to self
Shout out like lightning slashing
through deadwood
Through the dead night of dreams swallowed by time
Through the echo ringing on the cinder cone of soul
I raise my voice: the wing-ed wail; shout down to whom
I’ve always been.
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Marcus, this is very powerful, some of the best work I’ve read from you, bravo. Great images & simplicity that packs a whallop! Lisa 🙂
Thanks so much Marcus for sharing this beautiful poem with us. Remembering to return to self, the authentic part of us is a great message. Please give us more. Monica
The precise observance of a man who knows the sand in an hour glass. Your friend Nick
“…shout down to whom I’ve always been.” And haven’t we all been there? Another mind-bending poem from one of my favorite poets!
Marcus,
A resounding poem, one that resonates to all of us for what we are, what we can be, what we’ve been.
xoxo
Roz
SO INSIGHTFUL…….SO VISUAL…..I CAN SEE THE PHYSICAL SPACE
OF THIS CREATION.
THIS POEM HELPED ME REFLECT ON SO MANY THOUGHT AND FEELINGS.
LOVE……YOUR ADMIRER ……ELLEN