Sometimes
will help you compose a poem;
the lines will come out like a dancing butterfly
words will descend from everywhere,
from the right and the left, this way and that way,
upright, with head held high
like a fresh bout of summer rain and
will melt your sorrow
drop by drop
silently, peacefully,
without a movement, no stir
no wrinkle, nor a stain!
And there will be
just those remnants of a season gone by
like the lingering wetness of some past tears.
no beginning, no end, but
an equal music, and
only then you will reach a spotless holy
Freedom!
will help you compose a poem;
the lines will come out like a dancing butterfly
words will descend from everywhere,
from the right and the left, this way and that way,
upright, with head held high
like a fresh bout of summer rain and
will melt your sorrow
drop by drop
silently, peacefully,
without a movement, no stir
no wrinkle, nor a stain!
And there will be
just those remnants of a season gone by
like the lingering wetness of some past tears.
no beginning, no end, but
an equal music, and
only then you will reach a spotless holy
Freedom!
15 comments:
I so resonate with the grief arising, being expressed, the release and the coming of the light - you have described this process so well, Moon! I love it.
Just beautiful...and so true. Grief really does sometimes inspire the most beautiful writing. I think sometimes it can be very helpful in getting a person to the other side.
If only it was that easy!
i like lines coming out like a dancing butterfly...cocooned grief finding release on the wings
...beautiful expression
you do capture the cycle while...and you have to progress through the stages...we cant skip them if we are ever to truly find that freedom...
This is so wise. I feel the lumps melting as I write and read and live. This poem melts the very lumps it talks about. Thank you.
Love the piece and fence graphic.
ZQ
I am hoping this is true--for me--and for everyone
Am back again and that lump of grief in the throat is something I really identify with. Thank heavens we can write poems and sometimes set it free.
Luv the process in your poem, nice image
Have a good Sunday
Much love ...
'And there will be just those remnants of a season gone by, like the lingering wetness of some past tears'
Awesome writing Moon! as is usual with your poems, you never fail to amaze me with your thoughts :)
You paint a beautiful picture of the craft. Each piece must be woven to form the tapestry of meaning.
poetic language is superb with alot of imagery and ur lines are indeed like the dancing butterfly spreading beauty!! Smiles:)
I missed reading this last month. My loss! It dances! It's your writing like this that makes me want to write more.
Wonderful .Poignant .
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