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| Image | Adrien Olichon |
Inclinations
I must be sister to the Cook Pine
that misses its home
at the equator so much
it bends dramatically
toward either north or south
depending on which side
away from the great circle
I find myself leaning
into the fixed points of prophecy
where the center of wisdom
is pulling me over
word by word, verse by verse
into the longing,
where I must know
the arms of the warmest sun
© Susan Shea
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| Susan Shea Susan Shea’s poetry has been accepted by Chiron Review, Ekstasis, Loch Raven Review, LitBreak, Foreshadow, The Gentian, and others. Within the past few months, one of her poems was nominated for Best of the Net by Cosmic Daffodil and three poems were nominated for a Pushcart Prize by Umbrella Factory Magazine. |
As cliche as it sounds, life is a journey. I'm on one right now looking for more positives in life and I can't explain why or how this poem speaks to me in that way but it does.
ReplyDeleteI love the image of the leaning trees!
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