Vonda Overlie

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In Exile - Poem by Vonda Overlie

My heart yearns for my homeland when my spirit felt young and free.
Living in exile in the desert, I thirst.

Shallow breaths taken further and further apart.A shell left dying.

Looking back I remember all the closeness and wonder shared.
Now, stripped and beaten and left for dead.

Dry bones, Dry bones can you live?
Dead in body, yet in spirit I am alive.

I lay awiting the latter rains, remembering your promises.

My spirit hears your voice.
Spirit to spirit, commanding me to live.

Then the Dawn kisses me awake reminding me of hope.

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (4/22/2008 5:12:00 PM)

    Inveterating write, young lady....well constructed....i like your employment of the
    alternating stanzaec from couplet to single line....Very Well Done, indeed, Vonda!

    ~ FjR ~
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 12, 2012

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