All About Curiosity
Must I quell this sense of curiosity
that leaves my arms open by grace ,
a never –ending brushstroke of chase.
I don’t know how this quest to break rules
relieves my moans as I look at birds fleeting
gliding, soaring. For whatever it is,
I am born from a rebel and angel's womb
gently accepting my sense of wonder
at my own sacral ease.
Any Poem, Any Subject
Sponsor: Anne Currin
by nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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