Immortal
22 March 2016
The breath comes
In surges of waves
Colliding
Collapsing
My inner realms synapsing
With your contact points
Aching joints
They scribble terse wills
Blowing firm
Into dust
Holding on to the Earth’s crust
As the world crumbles
We live plane
Intersecting hearts
Love lingers
A short while
Lo! routine with it departs
Into shades of loss
I bear cross
Within my red palms
Nighttime balms
Applied thick
Now covering neat and slick
Circles of the pain
It will rain
Upon my meadows
The ravens
Will pluck eyes
Carved within sunken shadows
As I caw with crows
Immortal
Like blue butterflies
Flying free
I am whole
Wings remnants of unchained soul
Once you had freed them
Reading of the poem:
Immortelle – Lara Fabian
Beautiful and I especially like the image of the butterflies at the end! Wonderful, Geetha!
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Thank you Eric. I have a special liking for butterflies. So beautiful and ephemeral
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We have lots of Blue Swallow-tails here. They are really very beautiful to watch floating around the garden!
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That must be lovely indeed
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they are! We raised one from a caterpillar! Watched it go through the stages and then released it when it finally broke out of the cocoon. It was so amazing watching it fly out of the habit and up and over the roof of our house. 🙂
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What a lovely event 🙂
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“We live plane
Intersecting hearts
Love lingers
A short while
Lo! routine with it departs
Into shades of loss” the whole poem is lovely but that stanza really stood out to me for its beautiful, yet heart rending truth.
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Thank you Melinda. Very true. Some special people are able to be love in such a way that a love relationship with them keeps “reinventing itself” It is very rare though
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Sign me up for that kind of love! 🙂 You’re welcome
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Yup, I hear you 😀
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I found the discussion about the pics fascinating, because I think most bloggers begin with the picture which stimulates the words. The same must apply to your, equally apt, music
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Very true! 🙂
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What a lovely poem. 🙂 Word choice invokes…kind of curiously dreamy feels. I don’t actually know how to phrase what I meant to say. XD
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Thank you. The dreamy feel comes from the fact it is dreamtime poetry 🙂
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You are so good my friend! These pics just get more amazing each time!!! Love you 🙂
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Thank you Lisa. These pictures just pop out of nowhere for me when I google with one word of the poetry or more and then I know they are going with the flow. Love you too sweet lady 🙂
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I’m serious right? I don’t see these anywhere else but YOUR BLOG!!! They are so YOU! I get so excited to see your stuff GG~
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Thank you Lisa. I always try to find the picture that goes bingo in my heart and mind using the words that flow into my head before I write them. Somehow those pictures seem to always have a strange dreamtime quality too. I am so glad you like what I write as I feel these words are like something I need to pass on. Enjoy the day ahead LT 😀
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Thanks for sharing! You too GG~MOOOAH!
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Welcome. Mwaah back
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Oh, one could only hope to find such joys in immortality. You do make it seem lovely though.
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Thank you Marissa. I guess it depends upon where you are immortal 🙂
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