I want to throw my voice
through the sky's throat
pierce my gaze through the
pupil's moon pinch the skin off
the earth's crust and taste
the blood of the land,

I want to hurl my name
up where the rain is made
hook my talons in the mountain's face
pour my dreams into a cloud's palm
and smell the heat of a storm.


Shasta said...

I love the imagery in this poem.... especially "throw my voice through the sky's throat" and "pinch the skin of the earth's crust"

thorngrubber said...

Thank U. I think those are my 2 fave lines as well