Surreal Art by Catrin Welz-Stein
Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #161
where we are writing, sharing and celebrating my amazing poet friend Shay's birthday!!
“One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a
house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.” ~ Emily Dickinson
You ask me what lies to the west?
What cracks open my sky like a treasure chest?
As if secrets were never meant to be kept!
Yet I only look towards the eastern sky.
Longing for birds that have already flown by,
With a cage in my hand and hope in my eyes.
Holding memories like broken glass with no gloves.
Some questions have no answer my love,
And some answers are never enough!
This wasexcellent Carrie — very well written! 👍
ReplyDeleteCarrie, this is exquisite ...... you are special indeed.
ReplyDeleteCarrie, this is beautiful. So many lines i would quote but it would be the whole poem. I love it!
ReplyDeleteSome questions have no answer my love,
ReplyDeleteAnd some answers are never enough!
Love the close Carrie, a clever answer. Yes, there are many answers to a question to ponder!
Hank
Carrie!! This is amazing. A riddle and an answer (of sorts) in one.
ReplyDeleteWow!!! This poem is dynamite
ReplyDeleteMy favourite line
"Yet I only look towards the eastern sky."
Happy Sunday
Much💚love
As usual, you get down to it, Carrie. Happy birthday, Twin!
ReplyDeleteIndeed! Some answers are never enough. A fine poem, Carrie :)
ReplyDeleteA insightful conversation between two north-facing twins.
ReplyDeleteNice!
"You ask me what lies to the west?
ReplyDeleteWhat cracks open my sky like a treasure chest?" - wonderful!
"some answers are never enough" is so true :(
ReplyDeleteNice writing, Carrie, nice reading too. I am glad you forgave the west as the east holds more promise. "As if secrets were never meant to be kept!" That's my line for sure also. But you an trust me.
ReplyDeleteHAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
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Thank you everyone! This was definitely a fun week!! Happy Birthday to you Shay as well. My Gemini poet friend!
ReplyDeleteAn amazing poem. "Holding memories like broken glass with no gloves." Love that line. I've done that so may times, just didn't have the eloquence to describe it.
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