she rises every morning
at no appointed time
misty, pearly white river
she will start playing her guitar
and sing the sad adagios
the past will rise in the mind
the romance, the travel,the breakup
she will sing the memory and absence
she will feel her body float
like kalachuchi flowers in the breeze
the mist will lift its wings
she will hear from faraway,
sounds of falling water
early light will gleam
on top of the tallest trees
the heart in search of a soul
the soul in search of a heart
the rain flows to the sea
harmony of present and past
serenity of the mountain top.
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“She rises every morning
at no appointed time
misty, pearly white river”
I really love those words, beautiful poem, flowing and so true
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This poem and the previous one are still works in progress.There is something missing that eludes me.
Thank you Jody.
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I think we all search for solitude. We need it for our souls to be at peace. Lovely poetry, very visual. Margie
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I’m a beginner and just learning.
Thank you Margie.
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This poem is so beautiful. It speaks to me, both to my fears and my hopes to better find myself in solitude.
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Thank you.
I try to find niches in my walk for places to sit down and in silence make my mind empty.
In silence we catch a little bit of innocence.
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