mystical weaver of wisdom, worlds
caught in her cadence–
defying cursory commentary–
she’s neither devious nor divine,
not gregarious or gloomy,
far from frivolous, yet infusing
laughter into menacing storm.
with syllables soulfully sewn together,
she’s able to plumb
the depths, then soar to
precipitous heights, hovering
perilously above rapids,
she can dance atop
white water‘s snarl
and tread treacherous tightrope
with blisters on her feet and
suns in her eyes, watching
dreams die, freedoms flee,
compassion become a quaint
artifact, all while defying
taunting, confining cell.
she breathes both horror and hope
in single sigh, mourning
burnt flesh and punctured body,
still envisioning a world of fresh,
clear skies with expanding galaxies,
calling each traveler upward
toward untamed pinnacles.
This is a tribute to all poets who inspire–past and present. Without your voice, our world would be colorless, lifeless, visionless.
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© Julia Penner-Zook, 2018
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In the coming days I will release a pre-publication booklet featuring photography and excerpts of longer poems – similar to this post. A more complete release is coming at a later date. Check back for details.