I teach my sighs to lengthen into songs.
—Theodore Roethke
There is a secret music
that fills us from within,
a clear song that rises
as the mud of our thoughts
settles out, how quietly
it arrives at first,
our own true voice.
February 5, 2018 by Rosemerry
I teach my sighs to lengthen into songs.
—Theodore Roethke
There is a secret music
that fills us from within,
a clear song that rises
as the mud of our thoughts
settles out, how quietly
it arrives at first,
our own true voice.
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Yes, perfect. I will bring this to my women’s writing circle in the county jail today. Thank you.