Fountain Tableau

Poem By Renee Marie

I know to seek falling water
or float in deep sleepy states
with crystal awareness,
my face tipped skyward to sunbeams,
mysterious balm,
kissing, healing
the tiniest wounds.
Naked, centered,
I interpret the language of roses;
bold, blood-red roses
rambling free round and round
my fountain feet.
All that I need is here.

see the companion pastel drawing here: http: //writingretreats.org/Journal/Journal_Four/mariem.htm

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