There will come a day,
When I can look upon,
Their relationship,
And say, in my experience.
Until then, I will continue,
To watch in awe,
As they deem one another,
Poetically united: a lifeline.
There will come a day,
When I can look upon,
Their relationship,
And say, in my experience.
Until then, I will continue,
To watch in awe,
As they deem one another,
Poetically united: a lifeline.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
STONE ME!
Life arises/arrives
In so so many forms
And all inter-related
Best observe, interact
Without attachment
For it is after all as it is
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Best to just be…
Thanks, Ben
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🙂
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It’s always amazing to reflect on the way things and people affect and support each other. This was a perfect pairing of beautiful words and an image,
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Thank you ever so, Dan. I’m glad you think so. I just loved this image.
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I love that photo, Audrey, and your words are gorgeous, too. Even though it’s been almost 30 years where I can say, “in my experience”, life is ever changing so we’re both still in awe, learning, loving, and exploring. Sending hugs, my friend…
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What you’ve loved and fostered well over the years must bring you peace. The knowing you’re all in and working together. Beautiful.
Thank you, Lauren ♡
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Thanks, Audrey. Working together is key, and I’m grateful, not taking anything for granted. Hugs to you!
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Love that, Lauren. Hugs!
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I’ve been in the “in my experience,” age for years. I learned it is better to keep one’s mouth shut (in my experience.)
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Maybe the just knowing I have had the experience would help. I don’t feel the need to offer up advice. Not really my thing. The studderer in me usually comes out and I sound like an idiot in the end. Smiles.
Maybe my mouth is shut too often.
Thanks, John
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Yes. If you keep your mouth closed too much it gets rusty.
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That’s what the squeak is…
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So true
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I love her voice. Thank you, Willow.
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She is brilliant. Your poem made me think of the song.😊
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Aw, wouldn’t it be grand if for every vine that needs something to cling to, there was a tree that didn’t mind lending its trunk?? So lovely, Poetess!
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Maybe at the expense of the tree is asking too much.
Lovely thought you have, Debbie.
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Meh…. Now I would have worked my way around the side with a grubbing hoe, severing vine as I went. Better than having it kill the tree.
Speaking of “fuming”, the look on your face at the moment is priceless.
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You have a point though, and it’s one I have tried to ignore. At the expense of the tree, maybe the clinging is just too much, and severing is the right thing to do. The idea brings me to tears. Dumb tree. Dumb vine.
Yeah, I read your comment and became that dreaded southern Belle with one hand on her heart and the other on her forehead. But then I just smirked, rolled my eyes and remembered who I was dealing with. You’re e-vile.
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Indeed. But, maybe, just maybe, there is another way to be had if you ask nicely.
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*wonders what that could be*
I’m good at asking nicely.
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Remind me to share.
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I’ll do my best.
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Don’t forget!
(Did that help?)
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Umm…
(Obviously not!)
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What about now?
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Well, we missed our chance again. Giggle.
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And now?
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Maybe it isn’t meant to be shared, C.
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So beautiful, the image and the poem. I love the last line!
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Smiling. Aw, thanks, Eric. I relate to that clingy little vine. Annoying little sort am I.
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Poetically united – I love that phrase. And the remarkable photo!
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Betty, I have a feeling you know a little about being inspired by those creative types. Glad you like the photo, too. ♡ Thank you
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To me there is great wisdom in this piece, often I am conflicted by the good purpose of some, and then of the malevolence of others. Is it that we choose the world we want, and disregard that which we do not want. The conflict for me is that they both exist and I am unable to understand this symbiosis. Peace and love to you and yours.
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And the waiting and honoring the process of life is incredibly difficult some days. There is a learning curve I wonder about…if we have the strength to endure. Trying to appreciate life for what it is and allow the journey we’re on to evolve naturally.
Thank you for this fantastic comment. I really enjoyed thinking on it today. Your wisdom is inspiring.
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i deliberately worded my comment so as not to say “you are wise” which would mean that I am wise to know your wisdom. However, by your generous reply you have enabled me to feel that we are perhaps both small parts of what wisdom is. This invisible connection that we endure with the unknowns of our lives. Your candour gives me strength. Thankyou.
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Being a small part of wisdom is a blessing we should both humbly accept. I can sense wisdom in others, but I have never thought for a second it was because I was wise… I just know a powerful force when I feel one. If that makes sense, Gary. Thank you
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Seems like a powerful connection. The photo is gorgeous.
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Must be.
Thank you, Shari. I could have written a hundred poems for this image. It soothes me, and at the same time leaves me envious.
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I think we remain in awe, I’m still discovering and recovering
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Maybe that’s the fate of some. And somehow we find peace in knowing there is a plan much greater than the one we wish on. Finding peace in being on a different journey. Humbling.
Thank you for your honesty, Ivor.
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