El Centro Del Mundo Poem by Annette Lohan

El Centro Del Mundo

Rating: 4.3


Slieve bends up the mountain we drove
through clouds and beyond all reason.
The air is thinner up here, my head
is lighter while my belly sinks away.
Looking from a tower at the centre
of the world across volcanic valleys
- fecund, alive. My spirits rise up, soar
out of me. Dive headlong down the slope,
glide the plateau, return. I am breathless
at altitude but my soul fills the world.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Solomon Brook 30 January 2006

A lesson is taught in this river of expressive rushes. I'm a fellow poet, and I approve this message. Thanks for sharing.

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Gina Onyemaechi 30 January 2006

You've taken my breath away as well, Annette! Flowing, visual, and with captivating sense of immediacy. Regards, Gina.

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