Art by Brenda Thebeau @ eSynergy.blogspot.com
Something floating between us
the invisible air mass
changing form with each breath and heartbeat,
and when shivering between winter
nights
or restless, humming half-foreign
sign-
I murmur along the labyrinth sides
making no sense, finding insights
back on the path with forks and spoon
the healing energy,
pass on the thirsty souls,
I power up all beloved, preferred
to calmly stay in the corner,
watching your lonely flight to the top
thru the meadow of days, sounds
and fates…
Shared with d'Verse Open Link Monday
Making no sense can sometimes make the most sense, as a healing energy comes due
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment! xx
DeleteWonderful work imagery
ReplyDeleteMuch Love :)xx
DeleteI murmur along the labyrinth sides making no sense . . . I know this place.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely written. As I was reading your poem, I was transported away.
ReplyDeleteit is rather like a maze we make our way through learning and growing with what we find...the meadow of days is a cool turn of phrase
ReplyDeletesometimes things cannot really be seen...just felt..
ReplyDeleteLove your ending here, especially
ReplyDelete"watching your lonely flight to the top
thru the meadow of days, sounds
and fates…"
Feels great to me... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com
Understanding other human beings is indeed finding your way through a labyrinth.. love how you describe it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Imagery!
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed this poem. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThis is a place to be - you take me with you - thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI too, just love your imagery here--there is a wonderful vulnerability here
ReplyDeleteLovely words to complement the artwork ~ I specially like healing energy and thirsty souls ~
ReplyDeleteHealing energy is always needed to restore the soul then one can feel whole. Nice work with imagery.
ReplyDeleteOh, this is rejuvenating.Like the idea of powering up all beloved...which is a strong message.
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery.
ReplyDeleteThis has such an almost-mystical energy to it, humbird...full of texture, much like the beautiful painting.
ReplyDeleteYou capture the maze, the wending way to clarity in partnership--the something between growing and changing in time. In the end, though, both find their way--one nurturing and watching, administering healing along the path, one forging ahead. Oh, I hope that togetherness can take the difference, that all the magnetic lines don't disappear.
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