“keep letting water steal soles
and keys to the poems”
E. Rinaldi
Day comes: you know
where you stuck
feel *take a
breath*
fragmented heart
will show
where soul
lurking thru hole
in traveling bag
back in time
to find stolen smile
playing the slides
in the flower bed
of enlightenment.
I’m trying to run
leaving blue prints
poems behind
you can follow
wrong! this is mine…
my only way-
the sea shells aware
ocean will know
swallowing them
lo-vin-gly…
the trail of
milestones and falls.
But you have to get back up, even if the trials knock you down
ReplyDeleteThanks Pat for reminding that :)x
DeleteOne needs to keep going ride the waves of life..
ReplyDeleteIt's indeed true. Thank you :)x
DeleteA trail along the shore, very much enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteleaving little poems along like a bread trail...not to follow cause this is my path...but so you can appreciate the journey
ReplyDeleteand happy sunday as well...
Deletemilestones and falls... yes... and each of us has their own path to walk.. part of the magic..
ReplyDeleteMilestones and falls, through it all, we just need to keep on writing our own poems with our own voice ~ Happy weekend to you ~
ReplyDeleteThis poem showed me that the feeling, the beauty around us and all sensations are felt individually. We like to think that they can be shared but not wholly. We might nod in agreement but others cannot feel exactly the same as us.
ReplyDelete"I’m trying to run / leaving blue prints / poems behind" - I just love those lines and hope I leave my own behind too.
ReplyDeleteLife is composed of a lot of 'milestones and falls.' Hopefully the milestones surpass the falls. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteI can see them, lying there, foam-edged like lace.Nice.
ReplyDeleteBTW, the link put your comment in spam, so I took it out. They didn't actually say much there. We can tell he was depressed after his wives' deaths. Not surprising.We'll never know.
"soul
ReplyDeletelurking thru hole
in traveling bag
back in time
to find stolen smile" this is sweetly sad...i love the end that speaks of the great truth of life...
Such an intriguing piece of abstract poetry!
ReplyDeletetrailblazing in poems, trekking your way through, amazing write! have a good Sunday
ReplyDeletemuch love...
love that closing line, it sums up the images in the poem. beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLeaving poems like bread crumbs--I love that idea
ReplyDeleteI like the idea that our poems are blueprints for people to follow.....a record of our "milestones and falls." Cool write, Humbird!
ReplyDeleteOur poems are blueprints, yes! I'd like to think that people who read what we right can truly see our soul and our heart. Good writing, Humbird :)
ReplyDeleteA trial, yes, those falls and milestones. I find it true that the ocean swallows them so that ultimately no one can follow--but we pass the trial, we always are not guilty, we always are winners. Sometimes even I can not follow what i recorded in my poetry, and sometimes poetry is the only way. I enjoyed this (whether or not I received the truth you intended).
ReplyDeleteYes breathe and take your own way..it's the only way to pass the trial xo
ReplyDeleteWonderfully written to carry the point with not just words but structure.
ReplyDeletein the flower bed
ReplyDeleteof enlightenment
wow, I'm ecstatic, those words captivated me, leaving me unable to breathe for a moment and the whole layout of your blog is absolute flawless!!!
Jamztoma
jamztoma.blogspot.com
Erratic... but the theme is right on!
ReplyDeleteI couldn't find sense in what you conveyed, though I felt it somewhere.
:-)
Please Know that I really liked your creativity/originality.
ZQ