Cradled in a chair of twisted wood Enveloped by a spirit of immeasurable love I heard my soul cry out to the wind like a wounded animal awaiting its capture And without pretense my tears did flow falling to the earth, cleansing my soul And I am earth And I am wind And I am healed
©sc2011 PPR
Scattered Nonsense 
your on a roll with poetry today > I’d plan to write awhile. these are good.
I’m in awe!
very nice…really like this…bkm
love the imagery, brilliant words…
invite you to join poets rally week 40…
simply visit me for details…all submissions are to be represented by the end of the week.
Happy Writing.
Looking forward to seeing you share your talent with us.
You rock.
xx
This is my kind of poetry. It reached through the page and gripped my spirit.
Lovely Poetry
Here’s Mine STUFF
HAPPY RALLY !!
Ament! Perfectly love poem and perfectly match illustration. Well done and happy Rally days …