Poetess

now that you have awakened from the deep slumber
you shall rise and meet this bright morning

do you see the sun rising from the thighs of the mountain?
do you hear the songs of birds from the mouths of the caves?
do you see how the trees dance to the caresses of the winds?
do you feel the coolness of the dew hanging on the blades of grass
as they all touch the soles of your feet?

they have been waiting for you
they are the images of your poetry
they are the symbols of your greatness

my dear poetess, how can you ever stop writing the words?
how can you ever stop to sing the songs of beauty?
how can you ever deny the true nature of your being?
my dear poetess, you must begin to write again
in all these, you shall not die.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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