Monday, April 27, 2009

Calling Me



The stones cry out saying, “Come. Come.”

Clouds and mist meet earthen fields of green calling, “Come. Come.”

Water whispers, “I will wash you clean. Come. Please come.”

The fire in my belly stirs and answers, “Yes.”

Join the poetry party at Abbey of the Arts!!

7 comments:

Abbey of the Arts said...

oh your poem made me smile so. the elements beckon, Ireland beckons, the sacred heart beating at the center of it all calls and you respond so beautifully.

Kayce aka lucy said...

C - i felt like your poetry party was solely for me. yes yes yes!

Dianna Woolley said...

VERY NICE! The photo is so lovely and your words complement it well!

xoxo

Kayce aka lucy said...

SS--my words will be complemented by my actions when i travel to ireland in october :-)

Beth P. said...

Yeah Lucy--Ireland-bound--

Lovely words, inviting you in, further in...

Kayce aka lucy said...

thanks, beth. i adored your own take on "the elementals"...mr. watson :-)

ymp said...

I love it. I love the way you built to the response, the daring of claiming fire.