Awakening.

A mare among king’s chariots,
a lily amidst the thorns,
She is a dove hidden in cleft of rocks
sheltered from the morn.

But cast one glance upon her eyes, 
and spice flows forth with wakened winds.
Come my love, to my field, he says,
Rise up and come within.

Lifted are plaits of ornaments
that shielded scars beneath.
Rent is the veil that guarded her
from vulnerabilities unsheathed.

She is a cluster of henna flowers
denuded by the Foehn,
A hearth dimmed, its fire quenched,
within which embers now burn.

19 Comments on “Awakening.

  1. Dear PuppyDoc, Thank you so very much for all your kind support of my blog. You have such a good heart. I live in Central Florida. I long to find the good hearted doctor that I remember from my old Mayberry in New Jersey. I live in a gated community and sadly if the doctor spends five minutes with a patient, the patient is lucky. The medical offices down here are all owned by huge conglomerate corporations. PLEASE never lose your love for people. PLEASE never lose your insight to the core of the human heart. You are such a blessed person. You remind me of the doctors that I remember from my childhood and youth. They had such a good, caring heart for their patients. Sincerely, Richard

    Like

Share with me...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: