all that can be shaken

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shaking my mind free
makes the head bolts rattle and clink

a process of will, straining through choice
enduring through time
creating redirections
focus --
self
control

setting my heart free
is shaking of another sort, I think

a process of love, wrenching the roots
running through mercy
spirit transformations
locus
of
the soul

Comments

Constance Brewer said…
This is very nice, I like the way the narrator ponders his way through the problem.
August 2, 2007 at 8:49 PM
Pauline said…
you've captured the difference - a process of will, a process of love. I like the form the words have taken on the page - a sort of breathing in and out...
August 3, 2007 at 4:13 AM
Tumblewords: said…
Your site is well done - your poetry is lovely. I'll come back to hear the music, too.
August 3, 2007 at 3:11 PM

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