A Ritual of Being

This was written about 5 years ago. I thought I’d repost it as a picture poem with a litte edit.
This was written about 5 years ago. I thought I’d repost it as a picture poem with a litte edit.
This was originally posted in 2012! Wow, ten years ago!
I decided it needed an upgrade and a bit of an edit.
Earth
is simply a hard copy
of thought
Sitting here
looking at you
taking you in
trying
with all my heart
to connect
to understand
to feel your pain
But, there is no need
you’ve been here
a long, long time
and your pain
has always been with you
because
pain birthed you
and you turn it
into something beautiful
Among the greens
the blue
blue light of her soul
shines her song
of loneliness
The blue light of her soul
gives pause to reflect
upon the way of
time's immortality
It is how we reflect
that allows her to sing
those waves of solitude
Her song reaches
farther into the night
Where we need her light.
While at my sister’s we visited Hay-on-Wye. It was a 60th birthday treat to myself 🙂
I’ve not been there for years and sadly 5 or 6 books had closed, possibly due to covid. There was enough there still to fill a day’s book hunting.
I do enjoy reading philosphy books, and other books of an esoteric nature, not that I’m at all clever enough to be a philosopher!
Anyhow, I enjoyed Hay immensely and here’s the result 😀
Having a mini holiday for a few days at my sister’s. I’m sitting in the garden, the sun is shining, and I’m reading with a cuppa when inspiration arrives to give me two pages of scribbled notes.
So, perhaps, I have my next writing project to follow on from my previous book, so the spider hangs.