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smaller than


I hesitate in the doorway
waiting for the shape of
a large gray lion
to leave a worrisome sky
above the courtyard.

She has been here before
and the russet-flecked grass
bends and crumbles
beneath her full belly
and clamoring feet.

And I nod in acceptance
as to how small
I truly am.

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Written August 8th, 2006

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  • maa gold member
    August 11, 2006
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    dear truembrace,
    thank you for a very beautiful poem written with the use of very creative imagery. it was almost like listening to the experience of a small child who describes a dark raincloud in such a magical and mysterious way. it needs an innocent heart and a lot of receptivity and fantasy to come up with such a symbol for a cloud. how wonderful.
    and the recognition of our own smallness facing such majestic events of nature like a rainstorm was just very refreshing and humbling.
    great work.
    much love,

    maa


  • cherche -d -ame
    August 9, 2006
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    and that large gray lion (full-bellied) is such a welcome sight to so many , and even my ways are small-therefore I am (for I am merely wanting my grass to remain green), but those that make a living off their crops...I can only imagine . This poem was short of words , but so big of impact in between every word and line. Thanks Kimmie ...for the thoughts that you shared
    much love,
    xoxoxo
    reenie


  • Cat
    August 9, 2006
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    i love the full belly- such a beautiful way to say it- i love that your presence is back here in this world and creating beauty such as this.

    m


  • Nicolette gold member
    August 9, 2006
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    I haven't read something by you in quite a while and how lovely this poem is, how well you've applied the metaphor of rain and nature here, Kimmie. The image of swollen clouds is very vivid - I almost felt as if I'm standing in that doorway too, nodding my head in acceptance of the wonder too. A very strong poem with a wonderful spiritual quality about it.

    ~ Nicolette