I usually just flow….
In no particular direction
With no destination in mind
This is what happens when I try to write
The first part making a questioning ramble
And the last the answer…
In Headlights
I would reveal
All that I am
But of course fear
To frighten the deer
They have an instinct for disaster
They know what’s coming and yet
Run right on…
Head on over heels and
Land flattened on the ground
Heart pounding
I like to think I am ready
but my fragility shows
When will the air be free
Clear of inclusions
Breathing a fusion
In faces of glimmer
Shimmers of story
facets innumerable
repeating all the past
till one day….
The waters run pure
How to promise what I no longer own
The spirit ground to rose dust
This pulse as if from another
My own lost, unrecognized
I had grown so used to the silence
To See Your Eyes
As the wind I will surround you
I feel I have forever, do you remember
Breezes, gamboling along side you as a child
Floating a candy floss of diamonds for your sights
Chasing your delights and bearing your laughter away
With a flowing caress on your blossoming cheek
I am the chill on that droplet slowly coursing
Snaking, down the small of your back
Teaser of hairs across your face
Pausing; to see your eyes
And whisper to your tears
Nestled within your bluster
Gently pushing back the years
Merely wind is all I have to offer you
No more than a space between the stars
A front row seat, to the timeless beauty
Of the impression you’ve made in me
Quite simply, a void no air can fill
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2 in one post I see. 3 if you count the blurb at the top. It too has a poetic quality.
In Headlights…I see a reflection.
To See your Eyes….The poem itself creates an image on the page. An outline. Simplicity in a complicated style. Say one thing, project something else.
You are a better writer than I. Don’t argue or it will be my turn to ramble and I do ramble in length.
*wink and a smile*
No rules, that’s how I roll, T!
Isn’t it all a reflection in time delay, aren’t we ultimately just that which we pray the mirror sees…
Don’t answer, I know better than to argue with you! lmao!
And we will discuss the dubious merits of “better” one day, as a comparing of scars…
But not today, today is for that smile you sent.
Blessings, my dear….
e
pray the mirror sees…hmm..as in not what the mirror really sees. I answered. Na Na
Oh dear, is that wise I wonder~
A smile well earned.
*Sticks out tongue*
We all see it that way in the end, it seems, but ya, prematurely? Could be dangerous!
wink
e
I happen to be reading your poem as I was listening to a musical piece as well and it sent shivers down my spine…
Excellent, Jennifer, that is the desired effect!!
Pray tell, what were you listening to?
It’s a fine balance, finding music that enhances, rather than distracts.
🙂
e
The poem went to a whole new level for me…but again I am deeply incredibly touched by music
This adds the celestial to the whole, conjures a deeper plane
I too felt the hair stand, a tingle wave through me…
Better than tears every time!
e
The angels of word are shining on you, dear Eric. Wow…… ~ Me
Hey, poet…
The muse is kind indeed, as are you, my dear.
“Angels of Word”… I like that.
Smiles
e
A wonderful and carefree does of truth.
What a relief it is to run clear, gemma
Oh so nice
e
“…wind is all I have to offer … a space between the stars.” These words take me away.
Blessings ~ Maxi
I enjoyed that as well, Maxi, as it appeared from thin air. It’s fun when writing a piece is more like watching a magician (not your self) at work….
Bless you!
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I AM ALWAYS SURPRISED IN THE WAY EACH PIECE TOUCHES ME DIFFERENTLY LIKE THIS.. DEEPLY YET GENTLE.. QUESTIONS ASKED & SOME LEFT TO PONDER THAT WERE NOT THERE HAD I NOT READ THIS.. E YOUR HEART IS AMAZING COMPLICATED ON SOME LEVELS AND I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUR MIND.
Even for me, this is deep, sis.
It sprang from within as an outpouring of emotion
Leaping to the page before I could even taste it!
Sweet right?
xx’s
e
Beautiful!
Bless you, Sloan….
e