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Saturday, June 4, 2011

Another birthday

.

You mark me with your numbers
And say it's time
              for my skin to fold
And my womb to ache, and I feel de-
pleated despite these lines.

I am in shock, fierceful filaments
Coursing through a body that cannot
Be mine because, you see, my spirit
Dances a different dream, it dances
Freely, oh spritely spirit that is me!

So do not tell me my number
Or my place in line on this planet -
You may mark my skin with mournful
Runes but you cannot stop my spirit
From dancing under your moon,or
playing on your sandy shores,
Or laughing silly when me-
mory plays tricks on me.
 .

3 comments:

norton said...

Your spirit lives long and beautifully through these words. I especially love the "Runes" those marks of magical and mysterious significance.

Anthony Duce said...

I do like this a lot, and the fight against the numbers displayed. Good for you. I have been more accepting I guess, enjoying a bit letting a little of the fight go, finding a little tranquility after fighting for so long. I’m sure this will change tomorrow. It always does with a new day. Your writing is wonderful.

Marjolaine Hébert said...

Thank you Norton.

Thank you Anthony. I'm glad to hear you're finding tranquility..how noisy it can get when we fight the things we have no control of!