Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Excerpt from "Where My Book Was Born" by Carolyn M. Kleefeld


This house is a manger
Its honesty is sacred-
the innocence found in birth
No other place have i been born - so many times,
added so much life to my life

There's a symphonic coalescence
between the pulse of my streams
and the seas outside
My dynamics claim the freedom
the abandon born of the gypsy wind

The untamed gardens of the sea
offer me a palatial everchanging playground
The tides landscape these nomadic gardens endlessly

The plasma of the sea gives without loss 
Gifting me with waterfalls
that cascade inside me into ideas-
pools of imagination to swim in


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