Lesten WhitePigeon


Blank canvas soul of the earth
Dirt turned to mud by swollen rivers an tears
Cruel pain and sacrifice for birth
Colors so vivid it blows the mind
I wonder if I’m dreaming
I wonder if I’m dead
I feel the wind
But it feels fake
I feel the sun but it hurts
I find myself on a twisted path
The crunch of twigs is all I hear
From under my bare feet
I smell the floral field
I hope to end up at soon
I see what my mind wants to see
I carry myself the only way I know how
I cleansed myself in the river
Just to dirty in mud on my way out
In the water there was comfort
In this sun I hope not to fall in my shadow
Let the light gleam and pierce
What ever is in the way
My mine sees what it wants to see

Poem Submitted: Monday, March 30, 2009
Poem Edited: Thursday, April 2, 2009

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  • Fiona Davidson (4/2/2009 8:44:00 AM)

    We all see exactly what we want to see, , , very well expressed Lester...great imagery...10+++

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