Sunday, March 28, 2010

Musing abut dispossession, said Princess Haiku

Musing this morning and coming to the decision that we each have the responsibility of being true to our artistic vision and voice; even in the face of cultural or social dispossession. Is it possible for any of us to find freedom outside of our own perspective and how do we get outside of that perspective. How do you?




History,
I have know you
inside and out.
Outside of this Spring
morning where flowers
ricochet with symbolic
meaning and the scent;
Oh yes, the scent of
warm oil and lemon
balm touch insist on
instinctual possession.
Again and again pollen
fertilizes imagination
and travels across
districts and borders
without destination.

1 comment:

Dalifan said...

Beautiful poetry!

Teresa;-))