Unfurling
Be still my soul
What is your unfurling?
Your trembling
Your flutter?
What is your ache?
A void that’s ever empty
What is your shape
That I may fill it?
Chords unstrummed?
Songs unsung?
Words unspoken?
Colors unseen?
A flock of geese
Captured in perpetual takeoff
You have startled
The stillness of the pond
Marred it with ripples
Your wings
Water shedding
Gasping for air
Hungrily
Ecstatically
Forcefully
What is your haste?
Is now not enough?
Is here not plenty?
Run, soul, run
For stillness be the death of you
Chase the sun
Fly
©2008 Dosia McKay
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6 comments on “Unfurling”
What do you think?
the soul…….never enough….
Dosia, you are circling closer and closer……to the center……….. of the human experience…
I really enjoy reading your poetry
Alan, and what is in the center?
Finding yourself.
You are a majestic, talented and beautiful Soul.
Thank you for sharing your talent.
The centre for you is the University of Dosia.
You are the student, teacher, artisit-in-residence and the Medicine Woman you have been looking for.
I enjoy your talents.
Bravo.
My goodness, I had never read the like of that poem before. I am completely stunned by its beauty!
Yass, questioning the motives of the soul, only a fool would say they know the answer, dig your imagery….