Shalom Sally,
This poem speaks of archetype to me; I love the familiar yet fresh images of
youth and old age.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
In a message dated 10/13/2005 1:50:04 PM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< My World.
When I was young I could stride over bridges
paddle in rivers. I was a giantess. My world
was so small the universe pulsed in my palm.
I plucked stars from the night, played ball
with the moon, let the sun slip through my fingers
scorch the earth where bluebells whisper.
Now I am old, I dance with angels on pins
squeeze through the eye of a needle. My world
is so large I have become insignificant.
I have disappeared, evaporated into the night
as silent as the mist that creeps across the moors
my breath in the wind, my heart in the earth.
Sally James
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