Traces of our pains
18 March 2016
Inside you
There are bells that ring
Sunrises
Rivalling
With silver spark of moonlight
Joys in the heart sing
You look out
Watching for the fall
Golden threads
Spider’s web
The maze more than we recall
Black is but colour
You see not
The pealing of bells
Time’s treasures
Hidden deep
We create our own steep wells
Source of our magic
Dark moments
They are inversion
Fear static
Hour tragic
All but shadows of the light
Oozing from your frame
Look within
Multiple appeal
I repeat
Litany
That you may finally see
With sight of the heart
See the beat
Chronicles of love
Decomposed
In phases
Water on steps erases
Traces of our pains
Reading of the poem:
Premonition – Armand Amar
Le Piège – Armand Amar
Inanna – Armand Amar
Your choice of words makes the bells ring
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Thank you Derrick. Bells can have such opposite meanings depending upon how and where they ring.
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Yes
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Beautiful and moving poetry and recital!
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Thank you so much for your kind words
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The image says it all….but what a lovely accompaniment of words.
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Thank you Marissa
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I feel this. Thank you.
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Welcome Tosha
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