Friday, December 2, 2016

The Art Speaks


Karen Nelson

When I awoke 
In this field of dreams,
I’d lost a friend
But gained a soul

The friend
(the mother)
Gave a spark of her spirit
Regardless of the toll.

Week after week, day after day
Seeing, but mostly 
Hearing all
That I’d need

To become, to exist where
Nothing existed before;
Knowing the fertile ground
Wherein to plant the seed

She loved that
Idea of me and found
Satisfaction in discovering
The How of me

And now I’m here
Solid hard and solid soft
With a hidden message for
Those who cannot see.

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