the allure of peach hues
leaves of seasons past, remain in view
sleek limbs rooted somewhere deep
symbolic of what I need, yet
find within myself, confusing, I know
simple answer, he must be wiser
i’m left terrified for him
and okay inside my mind alone
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Beautifully spoken…
“sleek limbs rooted somewhere deep
symbolic of what I need, yet
find within myself, confusing”
How appropriate is this poetic verse…?
This one leaves me feeling the complexities of life ~ and no matter how exhausting it may be trying to keep up, finding that place of refuge, to plant yourself is invaluable. Without roots, a drifting mind will never find the answer it seeks. I like how this poem got me thinking 🙂
Here’s a good time to thank you again for being here. I feel heard when you’re around. Yep. Exactly, Mr. Collis. I love how you, once again, make sense of these feelings I have and place inside a poem, because I do not know how to articulate my thoughts in the moment, but you do. There’s the difference between you and I. We compliment each other so well. Pretty cool…
Identifying who we are, Audrey, demands that we identify in some meaningful way with the world we inhabit.
Fine thinking.
Big Hugs
jf
You have a brilliant way of soothing me, jf. Such perfect words. Thank you. xx
Some questions are impossible to answer. 😀
And I’m okay with that, Susan. Tis the dialogue that I crave. 🙂
Wise woman, Audrey. We are kindred spirits, I believe.
Thanks. Yes, I believe so, Susan. 🙂
I’m glad you and your mind get along. Nice job.
Yes, we’ve known each other for years now. 😉 Thanks.
Interesting angle here, Audrey. We all need roots and wings, huh??
I adore this angle, Debbie. Quite soothing for me. I’ve walked past it many times and my eyes lend their way to this spot every time. So strange. I decided after so many moments I’d need to take a picture. Roots, indeed. Just waiting for the wings. Thanks for reading, my friend. Hope your weekend is going well.
how wonderful finding
a safe refuge 🙂
One day it will be, I believe. 🙂
Thank you for reading, Sir
one calm, peaceful breath
at a time is
all i know!
i believe you’ve accomplished
more difficult tasks 🙂
One peaceful breath at a time sounds perfect. 🙂 Thanks for the vote of confidence. xx
Very strongly earth poetry. Super
Sigh. Indeed, tis earth poetry. Thank you, kind Sir. You get it. xx
Who’s wiser? I really doubt it, though, you know.
The one who completes her. You really doubt what, Duke?
That whoever it is is wiser than her. Wisdom is so elusive. Like a wind, see.
Plenty wiser, I think, but this one is definitely wiser. Wisdom presents itself quite smartly when it shows up, I think. Wind is wisdom…hum? Sounds like a proverb and a poem to me. *shines brightly*
Yes, I think it could be. You know, very hard to grasp overall. Fleeting. And one must concentrate to find it. I’m sure you could write a fabulous poem about it, you know.
Yes, sounds very hard, yet gratifying. Maybe I could, if I tried hard enough.
Oh, I’m sure you could.
*sighs* Fine.