Poets United Midweek Motif - Vision
TO SEE IS TO KNOW BUT EVEN THOSE WHO CANNOT SEE, CAN STILL KNOW
TO SEE IS TO KNOW BUT EVEN THOSE WHO CANNOT SEE, CAN STILL KNOW
Knowing can come in many ways
With my finger tips
I gently touch
The world around me
I touch you
Green grass
Blue sky
Water in the brook
Cold and wet
The keys of the key board
The words on the page
The breath of my kitten
I touch the canvas with my brush
I stand quietly and listen
To the wind chimes outside my door
That carry spirit
Your voice when you speak to me
My kitten’s cry at the door
The quiet that surrounds me
The inspiration you have given me
I taste the air I breathe
Food prepared for lunch
The unripe fruit still on the tree
The knowing of your touch
When you touch me
The feeling in my heart
All ways of knowing
I love you
April 11, 2018
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Imaginary gardens with real toads
LONG AGO ROOMS
This present day room
Is quiet
The air still
The coffee cold in the cup
All is waiting
We return to long ago rooms
We walk together
You tell me
This is the window where he sat
He watched for your return
You tell me
You dream of these rooms
Each night
And here is the room
You shared with him
So long ago
You tell me
In the quiet of night
You return to walk through
These rooms
Your footsteps echo on the stairs
You tell me of your pets
The many cats at your door
You tell me you return
With his heart in a box
A basket of clams
Your drawing sticks
Your colors
You make pictures of the long ago rooms
April 11, 2018
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INSPIRE
Inner breath
It is to be found each day
A thousand little gifts
Look for it
Recognize it
Draw it in deeply
It could be a hug
A word of encouragement
Keeps you going
When the going gets rough
A simple smile
Lightens your load
Song of the wind
Played on the wind chime
Seasoned with spirit
Get up early
The sun rise magnificent
A gift created for you
The warmth of another
Inner breath
Breathe deeply
Draw it to your heart
Give it back
Sing out loud
April 11, 2018
15 comments:
Ah memories sad; but im sure mixed with a lot of thanksgiving for having shared of love in those days
much love...
Annell, I like the use of the second person in your poem - it allows me to put myself in the place of the person whom you address, and that makes the experience very authentic. Thank you.
I agree with Kerry - I was imagining who the person was - a grandmother, mother, friend. Either way, it evokes a thoughtfulness, a willingness to listen to someone else, care about them.
This is beautifully emotive!💜 I get the feeling of someone who has a closer connection with us.. one we can not fully explain.💜
So sensual, really, how we know anything. Beautifully expressed in the first poem here, tho the senses play in all three.
Marvellous poems, my friend. I especially love the poem about those long-ago rooms....the memories..........it felt almost holy, reading it.
Love the way the words of your poem INSPIRE flow so gently, one into the next. Peaceful and beautiful.
I enjoyed all of your poems today, you walk quietly with us through a range of emotions, all rich and poignant. Lovely. :-)
Three abslutely beautiful pieces, which fill me with peace.
Wonderful poems. I absolutely agree with the first line of your Midweek Motif poem. I strongly believe that knowledge is light.
It would be fun drawing those rooms of old. Some I could and others not. Could the 'other'?
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A wonderful collection of poems Annell
Wonderful poems here......for me...I always love wind chimes. We have them on our deck and they remind me, in the midst of a city with honking horns and ambulance sirens, that there can be a serenity and calmness too. :)
Beautiful poem filled with gratitude, Annell.
Love,
Pamela
Beautiful write, Annell! So much nostalgia and pathos, perfectly captured in evocative, captivating images!
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