The Gift


feathered songs dream mIlKy WhItE
& the swan weeps
through gestures, spilling forth
from watery veins.

though many strip her bare
with forceful, craving eyes,
she dances
solely for him.

One photo, two poems… a challenge amongst friends – without peeking!
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About Miriam E.

Somewhere along the way, I started writing. If you care to look beyond the jokes & smiles, you will find me a bit of an introvert, spinning through life one clumsy step at a time, fortunate to not have skinned my knees one too many times yet. When everything gets a little too drowned out by the white noise of this planet, I tend to reassemble myself at the keyboard in an attempt to slow down & breathe. English is my second language. I love how it feels on my tongue and how the words can be shaped and sculpted, so be patient with me — I am experimenting. Enjoy, if you will. Miriam
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6 Responses to The Gift

  1. Miri…. plain and simple your words bring beauty that are recognised by the angels. This is stunning.

  2. Oloriel says:

    Beautifull, I really liked the closing lines!

  3. unfetteredbs says:

    I really enjoy reading you and Jen doing these together. I love the different takes

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