Yvonne Romano

Writing from the source

Deep in my body behind thought
inside me, lodged far down
it lies there waiting
like a seam of ore
A hard and steep descent
to the wellspring of my being
that fertile inner space
My brush, my pen gives life to it
it takes its first breath
– feels its own skin
– smells its first smell
the fledgling lives

The fledgling lives
it smells its first smell
– feels its own skin
– takes its first breath
my brush, my pen gives life to it
That fertile inner space
at the wellspring of my being
a hard and steep descent
Like a seam of ore
it lies there waiting
inside me, lodged far down
deep in my body behind thought

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