zero breaks in form and i was born
from winds that froth the Tyrrhenian Sea
wisp of an arachnid
suspended from the fine thread
of karmic destiny
lives fanned before behind me
of chance and consequence
a spiritual inheritance
with a yawn of hunger
wide and deep
and it was ever you
who could fill me
to a Self in multitude i bequeath
the humble band of sovereignty
in nature l’uovo never chases seed
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© M.G. Iannucci 2018
Art by George Zervas
So perfect and strong…
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Thank you, Bill.☮
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My pleasure!
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Absolutely beautiful. I was in the mood for something extraordinary … now I leave inspired and satisfied 🙂
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Thank you, Diana.☮
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I love the originality of your poetry.
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Amazing poetry and artwork Maria.
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Thank you for reading, John. ☮
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You are welcome Maria.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
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