4.03.2009

swimming in the now



and in the end, we hold our heads
and fly into the blue
a solo flight, of pure delight
magnificent and true
pain is left on ocean floor
and as we take our bow
the final act, is what we thought
we're swimming in the now

4 comments:

  1. Oh so beautiful, Tina. Your poetry has always been a kind of exemplar to me. The craft, the grace, the undeniable honesty and beauty. Magical.

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  2. I especially loved the softness of your words, and these days, with those very same considerations foremost in my presence, they give me great consolation. Thank you so much...

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  3. Genuinely beautiful and musical.

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