Passionate about art but a little intimidated considering. Here's a little poetry and please feel free to comment...Hope you enjoy.
mother tongue
the circle is united
upcoming darkness
mingled with youngs anticipation
ritual of time
rooted in desire
foreshadow ablaze
in the silent surrounding trees
awaiting the crackle to burn
holder signals
closer to the ground
he takes his shape
around a glowing ember
knowing the soft purr
of an audience
we do the dance
mimic language
like an echo
carrying
swish of lake
over land forgotten
