Poetry is a window into the soul that prose cannot explore. It is raw, impassioned, unfettered. Unconstrained by trappings and richness. Unneeding of eloquence, form or shape. Robbing and baring for the eye to swallow, leaving a nudity  of vulnerability that strips the skin; razes the soul. A window that cannot be veiled once it has revealed all that exists. A bane and a boon, both to the beholder and the beheld, the hearer and the voicer.

Kadeen Nichelle Oksana Waldron

Sabbath, Saturday morning, July 27, 2013

Inspired in response to an early morning “coffee” “date” with CJ. 😉

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