Where I watch you rest
9 February 2016

Spinning wheels
Take me to rivers
Where love floats
Like blue thread
Searching for the needles’ eye
Lost in haystack spread
Sad banquet
Tasteless piece of straw
Her fingers
Like a claw
Reaching through amorphous frame
Death lays on me claim
Loosened sighs
A tight demeanour
Letting go
Of wits’ loss
Pale blossoms fading in light
As the end now nears
Peacekeeper
In between spaces
Of Angels
And corpses
Red with the beat of high fires
Consumption my seed
They feed greed
The undead that roam
Crawling Earth
With tired hearts
Unseeing eyes filled with dark
Their souls lost embers
Wooden cup
Holds blood of the son
They chase it
Their minds ache
Purpose leaves them in the wake
Morsel remembers
Consciousness
Play of light and dark
Unwritten
Rules play me
In he, mean he, mine he no!
Bring no corpse by tow
I travel
Light my burden’s weight
A compass
Golden age
An era running in Time
Friends like hair thinning
Keep the faith
Spirit words voiceless
A clean slate
Is the fate
Of those who walk in waking
Their hearts long dilate
Heartbeats throb
Through the ripping cage
Renewal
Of eyesight
I am centered in the chest
Where I watch you rest
Reading of the poem:

Waiting in vain – Susheela Raman
What silence said – Susheela Raman
Oh my Love – Susheela Raman
Beautiful transition to optimism reinforced by your choice of music
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Thank you Derrick. Whatever happens, the optimist in me always surges back again to the surface. I am glad you like the music. I love it 🙂
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“Friends like hair thinning” that is such an awesome comparison. Beautiful poem
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Thank you Melinda 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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It’s sad but yet I see a lightness in it too. Another lovely one!
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Thank you Marissa 🙂
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I love the transition from bleak to hopeful that you take with this piece. Beautiful as always my friend
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Thank you Tosha. I am an optimist at heart. When life knocks me down I look hard at what beautiful things I might find while lying there and if nothing really catches my eye, I will get up and look at the skies instead 😀
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I love your outlook on life.
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Thanks 🙂
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You’re welcome xo
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xoxo
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Beautiful, Geetha. It seems like it was written from the point of view of the soul.
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Thank you Thomas, very true but aren’t most things written from that standpoint anyway 🙂 ?
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You are welcome, Geetha. Yes, I think so 🙂
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