I turn the music off
for now it is a distraction
I cannot force the poem
but I know it wants to breathe
Perhaps it’s the suffocating scream
I feel when she breathes
Maybe it’s the horizon of green
waiting for the horizon of shadow
Summer evenings
how you evanesce
how your stillness defies gravity
whilst echoing creation’s song
how you are a mirage
of green, blue and haze of death’s prayer
and then there is the birdsong
that smile of eternity
hiding in plain sight
Martin, I’m resonating with this one… Really love those last three lines.
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Thanks, Betty. I almost didn’t write them but I guess they needed to be written. Perhaps that’s why I turned the music off.
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Yes, sometimes the music helps but some poems demand silence. And a bit of chocolate helps. π
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Ah chocolate…..
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π«π°π«π°π« Staple of life, gift from the gods…poetic inspiration…
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And nice with coffee too π
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Alas, I can’t drink coffee… But hot chocolate, yes!
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Hot chocolate and chocolate! Nice he he
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