dark hours

October 21, 2012

the yawning moon
unfolded naked
above me
wild wet branches
watched
as I dance
unearthed


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I followed the awning
through the wild earth
I remembered the way
towards warm
arms


***These were part of a poem soup exercise during my Courageous Happiness class. The first free write followed by the distilled poem "My Darkest Hour". 

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