The Poetry of Joyce Rempel
Stumbling over truth and beauty, sharing it with words
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Take These Broken Wings
In the safe comfort of a cosy place, I wake almost content.
The new friend who snores gently in the other bed is good company.
She is laid back, undemanding and in tune with the spirit.
The poet in me wants to move to Rosebud.
To write art, capture touch, love unwounded
but I am not yet ready to know myself that well.
For today, wings still bandaged
I return to the city
until I am called out of hiding.
Joyce E. Rempel
May 19, 2013
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