Every time
I die,
while
reaching out
find your scales
empty.
Oh,
restless soul,
called
to serve,
forgetting,
numb
to personal
hum/song/setting!
Have you felt
my cheek,
snuggled to the heart
to fulfill
humankind's
priorities…
A fulfillment that many strive for indeed
ReplyDeletefirst... i really like that painting and cool images...the cheek snuggled to the heart...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Claudia. Sometimes the idea, enclosed in the picture, such a incentive...to paint/draw for the poem...moves me
Deletethis is really lovely...i feel called to much the same...its not an easy life to follow but is a beautiful one...
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