Premonition

Premonition

A Poem by Artemisia

And once again the depths of my life rush onward,
as if they were moving in wider channels now.
Things are coming more close to me
and all images are more thoroughly looked upon.
I feel comfortable with that which is nameless -
with my senses, as with birds, I reach up
into the windy heavens out of the oak.
And in those pools broken off from the day,
my feeling, as if standing on fishes, descends.


© 2014 Artemisia



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Beautiful as always, Art...

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Added on April 23, 2014
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Artemisia
Artemisia

Toronto, Canada



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I am an artistic soul, a wonderer between lives, continents, empty spaces, looking to share my thoughts, beliefs, creative views and fascinations with delightful and captivating souls. Coming by .. more..

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