As I drove to work this morning, I reflected on the comments shared on the post I Dwell in Possibility. The car is a tough place to write and I hurriedly got into the classroom and pulled my notebook out. I sat with the reflections during the day as they bubbled near the surface. Writing poetry is a space I needed and find comfort in as the school year unfolded. I find solace in the poetry and the unlikely moments it beckons.
in unlikely moments,
poetry beckons–
pulls me to her side–
she is a different lover–
no carnal, siren calls,
a modest, unobtrusive presence,
a compassionate companion whispers,
come hither friend–
sit, reflect–
here, realize refuge–
close your eyes
open your heart
observe,
pause,
discern an inaudible voice
ask, what moves the soul
animates a weary spirit,
urges the writer on,
words find paper.
Beautiful Ivon.
Thank you Sheri.
That was a wonderful share of words sir.
Thank you.
YES!!! that is it exactly!
It is so is Len.
Well said. I’m not a writer, but I understand the urgent need to write down a thought that, “bubble near the surface.”
I imagine it is the same with photography trying to capture the perfect image that speaks to you.
nice and beautiful………..
Thank you Satish.
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Thank you Kate. I look forward to your return.
Beautiful thoughts put in words. May I call it manoyajnam — manosiddhi.
Spoken word had in it the lust re and the strength to pierce through the limitations of time and distance and spreads far and wide even to the remotest of recesses.of the readers.
It does. Thank you for the kind words Lvsrao.
I love your poem, and the way you craft your message. Bravo!
Russ
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