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Hebron Words + Voice by Elizabeth S. Gilliam Hedgepath QuailBellMagazine.com i was born on those boulders like a crawling thing might be a lizard-like baby girl i basked and bathed in the sun i borrowed a boy and brought him there though not first or last blonde, euphoric, lusty witnessed my baptism of broken bone blocked the current administering the icy water sanctified, blood, bathed, older, and briefly, i grew boisterous, obnoxious, a young adult babbled and blathered but not there so much there where i grew some reverence and i always returned i became soft, quieter, and burbling became whispering and gave way to silence i began to search, stretch husssh sliding and seeing and self-aware on the same boulders stretching much like a skulk of foxes might on a soft snow i climbed them, mothers unchanging year after year, sweeter, stronger the only fearful place on earth i do not fear where solitude is satisfying there are far more beautiful places on earth than this one - they say there are far more beautiful women on earth than i am - i reply but this one chose my soul and silently absorbed itself into my consciousness so i'm always there staying, trying to keep moments caught in brain folds like fireflies kept in jars cruelly captivating but fleeting once the lights are turned on #Unreal #Poetry #Nature #Life #Imagery #Spoken #Mountains #RockClimbing Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter. CommentsComments are closed.
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