A depiction... a deliverance... YES... ME...
Reflections, reverie, and the passion of the NOW…
She to SELF… FREE
Aflame afire free
Wild winds of spirit
Passions unleashed
And so she soars to vistas unknown
Lucid dreams of emergent colors
Cast upon canvas stark
Worlds in rhythmic motion
Poetic dialogues
Sounds lyrical, sweet, thunderous
Pulsing, pulsing, pulsing
Her heart a vibrant chord
Sounding, sounding, sounding
Drums, bells, bowls, vibrating tuning forks
Fill empty spaces with the chorus of soul
Echoes of silence now heard
The taunts of oppression scream free
Derision gives way to deliverance
Deliverance…deliverance…deliverance
The artist, the poet, the visionary
She beckons, she calls
She to SELF…she to SELF
FREE …FREE… FREE.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
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