"Migration" Painting by Eddie Schrieffer
Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 128
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The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes
on and on. ~Emily Dickinson
Poetry does not always plead nor pull
sometimes it is stoic like the moon
yet still frivolous and soft like butterflies
it braves the weather of war and change
yet endures the loneliness of an unopened book
timeless it floats on the oxygen of souls
never ending on the last poignant line
yet those that hold it close to their heart
take it with them with their dying breath.
Whoa! I love this, Carrie! You and Hedge have been putting Super Poetry Powder on your Malto-Meal lately!
ReplyDelete"it floats on the oxygen of souls" -- oooh! oooh! I love that.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of poetry being as stoic as the moon.
ReplyDeleteCarrie!! This is glorious. Love the motion, the images, the way it feels like oxygen itself.
ReplyDeletePoetry as lighter than air, both ephemeral and indestructible. I really like the line qbit quoted, too, as well as "stoic like the moon,' who after all, is wounded and scarred daily by cosmic debris. Perfect match to the picture.
ReplyDeletePoetry ... as light as a butterfly. Wonderful.
ReplyDeletePoetry gives us wings circumstances tries to clip. This is a beautiful poem Carrie. One I think I shall print so I can reread when I need it.
ReplyDelete"the loneliness of an unopened book" ...the phrase captures me. Some lovely word skills in this beautiful write.
ReplyDeleteIt is my hope that poetry lives on long after we are gone and have taken our last breath. Poetry flutters with us in this
ReplyDeletejourney of time, space and beyond.
"sometimes it is stoic like the moon"
ReplyDeleteNice!!!
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That's what it's all about .... and keeps us writing.
ReplyDelete"it braves the weather of war and change
ReplyDeleteyet endures the loneliness of an unopened book"
Wonderful, Carrie!
Simply its a nice
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