Give in to waters
17 March 2016
We struggle
Breathing through ether
Distilled rain
Scent of pain
Fear and hate make essence boil
Barren now our soil
We are made
In love’s wet caskets
Hydro-land
Our life’s bone
The exit harsh time to hone
Skill of two flowers
Beaten live
Into this dry world
They sky dive
Literal
Falling into a parched land
Decomposed atoms
The time spent
To learn equations
Of still life
That blooms slow
Replicating inner glow
Preexisting light
Random fight
We pick up with else
Is but clone
Of our own
Inner turmoil decanting
Sediments of self
Free the mind
Give in to waters
Learn to breathe
Through raindrops
They are life that flows through heart
They are Time’s secrets
Reading of the poem:
Our Love is easy – Melody Gardot
Bending like a reed in the current. Nicely done! 🙂
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Thank you Eric 🙂
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Hi Geetha…Thanks for sharing with us—your wonderful writing…
“We are made
In love’s wet caskets
Hydro-land
Our life’s bone
The exit harsh time to hone
Skill of two flowers”…You are Creative Spirit…Wishing you days of Gentle winds—Soft curves and Wonder…Phil
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Hi Phil, thank you for reading and appreciating. A special thank you for your good wishes and much of the same to you. Geetha
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It is when we struggle that we make life difficult. If only we realize that once we give in, it becomes much easier. Love the imagery (as usual) and the poetry you gift us with. I have truly missed your poetry!
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Thank you Thomas. That is very true. Letting go in a constructive way is so important. I am glad to have you back here reading and commenting my friend 🙂
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You are welcome, Geetha. it is good to be back and I am looking forward to catching up in the coming days 🙂
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Great. I have still not been able to catch up with many writings including Melinda’s that I really like so much
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I know what you mean. I have time set aside this weekend to do nothing but read 🙂
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“learn to breath through raindrops” and “Of our own
Inner turmoil decanting
Sediments of self” — pure wow. This poem is amazing. It’s perspective on life and its struggle and flow is dead on accurate.
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Thank you so much for your kind words Melinda 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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You make it flow
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Thank you 🙂
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