Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Between the violent eruption of birth
And the intense wrenching of death
We can only hope for tranquility

Only?
But there is love, tenderness
The passion of dawn and evening
The magnificent bloom of an afternoon

Yet
With all the mating
Dissolving into one another
The merging and burst out of ourselves
the creation of an other
We are alone
Inside our skin
No great revelation that

How the thoughts, the ease, the pains
The quick delights
The slow glowing fade of satisfaction
Are all within
All tendrils lead within

And where is the seed of our own creation
The cosmic hum
The all-pervasive explosion of our consciousness
The rip and torque
Of our history
Or perhaps the ebb
The water leaving bare stone, bare bone
To our heirs
And they turn
Walk home
In their skin
Begin their endings
But all the while
Look at the clouds, blue sky

Some days they feel the mundane rain
Wipe the industrious dust
That covers everything
And let loose the colors
Before and within their eyes

and why?
the answers are just wind
the friction of wind
on leaves, in ears, on seas

savor the moment we have as it only gives itself to us that one time

good to see your poetry

The positive thrill of life beckons, come we must answer.

I love this!

Many layers to ponder thanks for the ink...

deep poem: well done.

sweet flight danno....yeah it's the friction of the wind...