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Take the Soul by Storm

closet-divers dive
pots-n-pan pounders clang

I strip my soul naked
dance rave rage whirl
in the face of

what can light up
the body
tear down the flesh
murder the blood
the bone
the nerves

can only quicken
the soul
the Soul
the SOUL
rip open the shirt
that covers
the depths
beg with the lightning
paint a target
on this chest
bring me to life

© Jilly’s 

Soul Poetry at dVerse.  Seems appropriate that in celebration of the Spring Equinox we should have tornado warnings here in Orlando.  Bring it on! This weather revives me.

Radar Image While Writing! Wooo Hooo!!


A wild soul writing poetry.

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