Late Night Poetry #13: Tethered

Free your stretching arms to meet the sky,
embrace clear azure air, solid in the winter winds,
the gravity of the earth will hold you tight.

Tall like a centenary tree, and just as substantial:
our bodies are our souls – tethered to the earth.

Walk back into the woods, under the canopied sky,
let the fractured sunlight warm your brittle bones,
the rotation of the planet will lead you home.


*Nanopoblano 2017.

8 Comments Add yours

  1. rarasaur says:

    So very lovely. 🙂

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    1. Liz Ward says:

      Thank you Ra ❤

      Like

  2. This made me want to stretch and I felt its warm embrace. I feel tethered to it now, it feels just like home 🙂

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  3. Both the poem and the picture are so beautiful!

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