Dear souls
passed over to the next room
in silence
they know, feel
appear in the placid moment
our thoughts
touching surface
a tissue of growing
self-planted forest
trees and bushes
to mark the security
shape truth
the obituary
evoked by distorted colors
so resonant life
truly haunting
ReplyDeletedeep.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully put!!
ReplyDeleteA truth within that can be hard to see
ReplyDeleteVery profound and thought-provoking :)
ReplyDeleteI can feel this one deeply.
ReplyDeleteIs it that so many die without being known? Whether people or truths that die because we haven't seen them, we limit and impoverish ourselves while we distort what could be. Yes.
ReplyDeletequizzical would be my impression of such colours
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Sad and haunting. Distorted colors is a good way to define memories,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Such a great photo for this poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the description of "Dear souls passed over to the next room in silence...."
ReplyDeleteoverlapping of memories in distorted colors...a profound write...
ReplyDeletea tissue of growing
ReplyDeleteself-planted forest
One must see how colors impose themselves on to the environment.It can just start with a tissue so small into a forest of various colors. How so true humbird!
Hank
The end line draws everything into focus...a beautiful and thoughtful poem humbird..i hope there is always peace in the next room
ReplyDeleteopened the door. interesting
ReplyDeletegracias
I like your reference to "the next room". Hopefully, there is color there. This made me think of my mother. Gone, but returns often in my thoughts. Lovely poem Humbird.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed.
ReplyDeleteA colourful forest made of departed souls, all in the next room. This is a wonderful way to imagine death and our dear departed...
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