Continuum Poem by Steven Federle

Continuum



My breath rises
to the edge of space
and pauses
at the nexus of perfection,

then falls,
driven by waves of fire,
by strong hands guided
through dust and rain,
through ice, through
the shining
vortex

to my upturned face
where a single dropp dies
and fills me with
the storm's desire.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 25 September 2011

Like it. Like the last stanza. May i invite you to read my new poem Called bluesman.

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Steven Federle

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Cincinnati Ohio
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