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Saturday, February 6, 2010

Christina's World

So far from home; yet there are tracks left leading to house and barn
On the leaning hill across the field yellow grasses by sun are warmed
The pink pastel of a twisted form looks back longing for the past
Her broken body echoes dreams and hopes of love that did not last

Christina’s sky is grey and far without a pillow of comforting cloud
The sun in heaven sets behind her; her shadow cast upon the ground
Wayward wisps of unruly hair flutter in the evening air; astonished
The malformed hands that clutch the land for sustenance; admonished

September stretches out the day; endings tied by industrious October
When the harvested grain and human pain of labor in this life are over
Crippled by pain, reach for home; though heaven may seem far away
In hours of adversity; crawl if need be, like Christina to a brighter day.

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Poet and musician Fabian G. Franklin invites you to join him on a poetic journey through the soul and nature.