Steel string


In the breath of this racing chinook,
in the fire of this brilliant sun,
I want to challenge my maker:
Make of me some thing this pure,
this dazzling,
this fierce.

Consider me a steel string
stretched taut between one birth and death.
Pluck me with your timeless fingers:
Send me sounding through all my days and nights.
Let me know what it is to sing.




  1. Thank you, Ann; I’m so glad you liked it!

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  2. And she writes poems too…of course 🙂 I does not always understand peoples poems but this was truly beautiful Cate.


  3. Thank you!


  4. That is beautiful!!!

    Sent from my iPhone; I’ll say it now: Damn auto-fill!!



  5. Thank you! I appreciate the time you took to read and comment.


  6. Tokoni O. Uti · · Reply

    Beautiful 🙂


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