Storm Centers

 

My Creative Flow

My creative flow
stems from storm centers
whirlpools, eddies
set in motion
by your touch

I implode
explode
emerge
from the wildness
that is you, and
the wildness
birthed in me.

Pris Campbell
(c)2002

 

Artwork:: Bird (source unknown)
Music: A Time for Us

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Poetry In Motion

On midnight's blackboard
words emerge
fade...

Southerly winds 
shift
new words
into place.

The rains
plunge
wash
these words
earthward,
staining
your notepad.

Transformed,
transmuted
by your magic,
a morning rainbow 
returns them skyward.

By nightfall
a star forms.

Oh Holy Night,
the Virgins sing.

Pris Campbell
(c)2002