Awake in the GardenA Poem by David Aiellomoments of clarity
Walking on the path,
sunlight kissing me gently, usually missed life behind the glass, to emerge through such a place, dreaming through bare feet warm morning, clear sky; haze-touched brave buds bursting forth, spring has made its stand far off tree, pink lace; she blooms in other gardens, mine, just for a glance stalks long and shining, matted mat of new grown grass slow to remember buds burst, bright flashes, crimson yellow staccato; fanfare for fresh air back along the path, light like warm hands on shoulders, glad to see you too. © 2013 David Aiello |
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Added on April 24, 2013 Last Updated on April 24, 2013 AuthorDavid AielloNYAboutBetween the dreaming and the moments of meditation, this rendition of transition is a beautiful outpouring tapestry of sensation. If I have a quote, it is thus: Art Exists to Help Us Remember to.. more..Writing
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