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Gathering
do you look out on the sea
and wish you were with me
I'm not twigs and leaves
I'm not shades of red and green
I'm the cosmos silent song
you cannot gather me
I'm not precious jewels
a hand is not a home
I'm your mothers love
we're not set in stone
I’m not rocks and shells
I won’t sit on your shelf
You can’t bottle a whole beach
I'm sand in your hands
You cannot gather me
49 Weeks Gone
My dream vacation! Be well. Stay masked! ~Lady A~
"The cosmos' silent song . .
"The cosmos' silent song . . ." This is one of the most perfect and profound phrases I have ever encountered, and I have been reading poetry for almost forty-seven years. This poem is beautiful, but that cosmic line is its centerpiece.
Starward
Graceful and powerful
Graceful and powerful expression, perfectly said. Love this! Patricia