awritersruminations:

poetry365:

No one tells much about it,
but there were vultures in the Garden of Eden,
Turkey vultures, to be exact.
Dark eagles, they would soar like gods
voiceless, their wings held out in blessing,
their unfeathered heads the red jewels
of the sky of the garden.

They were vegetarian then.
There were no roadside kills,
no bones to pick, no dead flesh to bloom, ripen.

And they were happy.
They could not imagine
what they would become.

WOW.  Holy shit; wasn’t expecting this poem to pop up in my Tumblr feed today.  I adore this.  

I’m on vacation.  A lot of my day this week will be lying on a beach.

I woke up this morning with the windows open and the mountain on my left, the ocean on my right.  I realized that the second I woke up, I was writing poetry in my head.  I wish I had written it down.  But I fell asleep again smiling, pleased with whatever words were popping into my head at that moment.

Anyway, I have no idea who Sheryl St. Germain is.  But I need to read more of her now.