Extra sensitivity
26 November 2015
The nights carried me
Into realms of otherland
Where my twin soul dwelt
Daily wanderings
Living split lives in between
Waters and fires
Mother welcomed me
Scented jasmine in her hair
Evergreen her breath
Her fragrant solace
An Island within the grey
Laden with colours
I bared my chest’s ache
The weight of a million lives
Unloaded treasures
Mother grant me breadth
That I may carry with me
More than just the Three
She looked at me stern
The lessons of tomorrow
When will you then learn?
My chest fell silent
The burdened heaving display
Of all left behind
From the man the chest
From the Tree the bark’s essence
From the green the best
Her voice in my head
Statistics of the living
The morrows in lead
The journey in sight
Two worlds crouching side by side
Between dark and light
A life, just one more
I pleaded, voice a hoarse pitch
One pure to the core
Precious the morsel
A few lives parcelled in Time
Scars of my battle
Mother the remains
Scattered broken I will mend
Will heed not the pains
She frowned displeasure
Not every soul is treasure
Think wheat and the chaff
Hark my child your gift
Extra sensitivity
May be your worst curse
I heard her reproach
Ears that failed to comprehend
Numbers to encroach
Sorrow in my soul
I packed my Heart in bundle
Prepared for the trip
All images courtesy Federico Bebber on ego-alterego, imgur.com and pinterest.com
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Very beautiful post.. Words evocative, images perfect, music amazing.. Lovely!! Geetha..
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Thanks a lot Paul. I’m glad you enjoyed the whole sensory experience 🙂
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Oh my gosh….your like me. This! This is me!! Wow. Touched very deeply. This is amazing!
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Thanks Eric. They say birds of a Feather flock together. There is a reason this cyberspace brought so many of us poets together. There are many things that we share.
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We do indeed. I do this! Everyday I ask the universe for continued strength to carry these other souls with me. It is impossible for me to ignore the suffering of others, I’m pulled to them, always. And I want to save every broken heart I find.
Feeling their pain is both beautiful and tramatic for me. It’s inspiring but also a curse, sometimes.
But it’s what we’ve got to work with. So we do. ♡ Thank you for writing this.
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I have come to realise that One at a time is more than enough. Small battles won, small solace, just another person living a happier life, just another few smiles. I love the song of Phil Collins that really translates for me that the little we can do can change immensely people’s lives. This song speaks about immediately physical needs but we often ignore that which is not apparent and which often takes many lives
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Agreed!
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Quite a lot speechless, Geetha. Powerful imagery. Great work.
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Thank you Annie 🙂
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