Saturday, November 9, 2013

Poetry Soothes The Beast

Woods Slake

My eyes hunger
for
the sky and
trees;

my ears, ravenous
for
the hawks and
crickets.

My skin longs
for the kiss
of rain
and wind.

The scent of pine needles
and
moss
pulls at my soul.

I take it in,
open wide,
sucking it down
like
one on the edge
of
starvation,
like an addict denied a fix,
then
savor it,

Replete.
 --Kara Stewart, 2013



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