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Willing Steps
It pierces.
The wound left
Smooth and cold,
Heady scent of iron,
Copper-toned rust
Simmering there
Within the opened chest.
Complex in it's simplicity
Nature yet unknown,
A single note, a word,
A fear, unbroken silence.
Fleeting flickers of
Thought dance away
From the mind's net
As the unknowable
Is known.
To step willingly
Is a strange thing,
A mix of courage,
Wild desperation and
Utter blindness.
Eyes remain closed
When facing the void.
There is nothing
There to see.
To long for silence
So deep and pervasive
That one begins to
Cease, the mind
Quails, frightened
At it's own insistence.
Actions not our own
Are uniquely ours.
Death.
My Godmother's mother died last week. On my godmother's birthday. My godmother has already buried her two sons. One was murdered, and the other commited suicide. I was contemplating the kind of mindset it would take to leave everything behind for nothing. Thank you both.
...an accepting one, Reila.
...an accepting one, Reila. An accepting one that has the virtue to embrace life in it's entirety. And that is rare and precious. Makes you see people with clarity, and not just the surface garbage, doesn't it?
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
This is perfectly an example
This is perfectly an example of an exposed truth in utter silence.
Lovely. I got it.
.... ♡♥♡
Ps....reila...you are an excellent writer.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I've nothing to add here.--
I've nothing to add here.-- your words. And the question is why not leave it blank? My guess, there was something you wanted to say even if you didn't know or what to say. I can ponder your words and even relate more then I care to but I won't begin to guess what this poem is truly about. All I can tell you is that you and your words are beautiful. Sincerely, an admiring poet.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond