Theme: Music that Heals
fitful winds
pluck the harp strings
of dead vines . . .
you would have been
soothed by such music
my singing bowl
half-filled with water . . .
I strike its rim
until ocean waves
manifest inside me
Welcome to this archive of my published poetry, photography and art. Thank you for allowing me to share my creative passions with you, and for taking the time to visit. Please be kind, and do not copy any of the content on this site without permission and attribution. All rights reserved © Debbie Strange. I unfold my origami self / and swim into a lake of fire / washing my hair in ashes / the crane-legged words / of a thousand burning poems.
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