Growing, Leaving, Arriving (Monday Poetry Potluck Poem)

This poem was borne from a prompt from Jingle's Monday Poetry Potluck.

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I felt you in my womb: a salty
cradle to more than my children
I know for you still rumble sometimes
I feel your spirit kicking from
inside my walls, messages
of cycles of healing of
growing of leaving of arriving

ancient travelers leave their
hats on the racks by the entry way
exchanging light for darkness
the leap from the cliffs above
into the home of the sea lions
cavoring below I welcome

the fog the sunset the light mist
the unseeing clarity that comes
and goes with the tides, in and out
and large and mottled against my skin
we greet each other once again

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Comments

[Victoria]

Julie, what wonderful imagery. I love the symbolism. You are gifted.

[RiikaInfinityy 마왕]

Aww, amazing! I love how you portray the scene =P wonderfully written~

[Olivia]

The images are just so complimenting to the words here.. What an amazing poem here.. Nice Imagery..
Happy Potluck
xox

[JamieDedes]

Beautifully executed poem. Awakens primal images and the thought of goddess figures. Lovely. Thank you for a most enjoyable read.

I'm here - by the way - from Potluck. Belatedly.

[cesar gealogo]

Very lovely, and you crafted the piece beautifully. I am really enjoying while reading your craft.