A
Dazzling Truth
a
dazzling truth
hard to find
truth subjective
personal
what is true for you
may not be true for me
and
what is true for me maybe not be true for you
grace is what i asked for
number
one on my christmas list and maybe
yellow scrambled silken eggs
transformed
by fire shimmering on a purple
place the plate of knowing
that
speaks to the table words plain
forthright
words
of the father a simple prayer
gratitude
expressed
we
learned it all in childhood
after the black of night
dreams
or nightmares comes the light of a new day in the
land of the living
the
dawn breaks like the shell
of the egg the morning
slides out
whisked
into another page white before me
all possibilities are here
the
yearning continues and maybe always will
something beyond myself
beyond
my own skin
a boundless place
from the window
i
can see
the world transformed
snow fell in the nightmares
and
fell on this land mesas and mountains
the sky still grey
a
magic moment is it
true you asked
for who i answer
my
truth alone
just two years ago
the shell broken
i
awoke in a new place the snow continues
my own personal story
May
1, 2014
14 comments:
So beautiful........a beautiful reflection on one's own truth........so moving "two years ago....the shell broken....I awoke in a new place."
The pain of those shells cracking open told so beautifully here! The lines below were particularly poignant and spoke deeply to me!
'comes the light of a new day
in the land of the living
the dawn breaks
like the shell of the egg
the morning slides out
whisked into another page
white before me
all possibilities are here'
I really love how you use the snow on the mesa to paint your story of loss... 2 years is a short time.
Very moving. Touched my heart and soul..!
Love this:
"the dawn breaks like the shell of the egg the morning slides out
whisked into another page white before me all possibilities are here"
What an image! It is a fine truth for many of us--but "whose truth" is still a good question, no matter how honest and present we are.
Wonderfully accomplished Annell, especially morning breaking open like an egg to whisk that white page just waiting to be filled. And each color and word you choose to fill it become nurture to those of us who would listen.
Thank you,
Elizabeth
So very true that truth really is relative. One person's truth is not the others. I think it takes a bit of living for each of us to learn that truth is NOT cast in stone.
So moving ... and profound ... and the snow continues ...
Loved all those fragments that drifted you into your own truth. A visually dramatic poem.
This was like a story hatching from an egg - at once sad but also full of grace - as are you..
The snow continues...very true, in all kinds of ways
The snow continues...very true, in all kinds of ways
Correct what is true for one may not be true for another.Nicely worded.
This is quite a journey. At first I was nervous about the layout but I read it through again and then another time. There are some lovely images and moving moments. Lovely.
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