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Marie

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From mountain side
it is easy to see
the turning of the earth.
The wind pushing clouds
creating shadows,
dark and light only
moments apart.
Up here the trees sway
slow dances in the wind.

I watch you,
perched on a rock
beside bubbling spring.
Completely comfortable
in your nakedness;
at peace with the way
skin stretches over bone.

I wonder if there will
ever be a time
when I, too, can let my
hair fall upon bare shoulders,
when awkwardness vanishes
in the folds of soft flesh
stretched toward blue sky,
when I can sit securely
on my own branch without fear.

The river runs thick this year,
higher and faster than I
have ever seen it.
Like you,
it no longer holds
its breath, but I
can’t remember how to exhale.

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Author: Nika Ann

My name is Nika Rasco. I am a college drop out, waiting tables to pay my rent and internet bills. Chasing rabbits (http://nikarasco.wordpress.com/) is my term for following the stream of consciousness. I compare my life sometimes to a sleeping dog who kicks his paws and mumbles a bark, but goes nowhere. Much of the content of this blog is just that, a raw, random stream of consciousness set in poetic form. Some of the writing was done in my sleep, some while inebriated, some in a wave of depression, or the heat of a rage.

2 thoughts on “Marie

  1. forgotten the flow of river in you
    emotions are tied down, as if a curfew

  2. My daughter refers to “dancing trees” as those with twisted trunks. You similarly have created vivid imagery with your words and creativity in this poem. Thanks for sharing.

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