Sunday, March 17, 2013

Sunday Morning Poetry


Breaklight
Light keeps on breaking.
I keep knowing
the language of other nations.
I keep hearing
tree talk
water words
and I keep knowing what they mean.
And light just keeps on breaking.
Last night
the fears of my mother came
knocking and when I
opened the door
they tried to explain themselves
and I understood
everything they said.
                                  ~ Lucille Clifton

4 comments:

Marilyn said...

We can hope, we can dream for a new dawn with new light breaking.

christinelaennec said...

Extraordinary poem! Thank you, Relyn.

S. Etole said...

That poem is so powerful. The photo is wonderful.

Willow said...

Understanding old haunts and finding peace ~ is powerful and enlightning. Wonderful poem.

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