ESSENCE

Inspiration from my son. He is an old soul in a young man's body. I am blessed.

Essence

It comes with a vengeance in night,

sudden silence to sight

yet so violent,

with whipping and thrashing unbound,

slithering in sound,

and winding around,

tearing at everything within…it’s grasp…

….let go….

 

it’s fluid flow and ebb,

fluent to moving motion,

here,

to there,

collecting streams of energy as it whines and curls,

shaping and carving

it’s starving the dreams in-between

of coalesced weathering streams…

it stops.

Laboring a wavered breath,

it pauses to reflect,

visions of spiral caves with dripping glows

from outside to in…

sights,

of doomed dunes of sand,

dropping in sync with the sound of life

to burrow its roots of the vine,

with depths of the ancients of time

it goes as it flows with the gurgle of tears,

in a brook yet unknown

some never to be shown,

it slows with the breath of days long since passed.

 

Ahead…breathe...

A delicate rose grows for the nose of the girl standing there.

To smell the sweet scent of flower.

Her future exposed by the force all around

and she stands.

Still.

Quiet.

Open…

Listening,

looking with closed eyes,

feeling.

She senses it,

The energy flow that is reaching to teach

and leave lessons with her.

But a touch of it’s being brushed on gentle arm,

alerting the senses

to lower and disarm.

Strength of spirit seeps in

to the depths of her heart,

leaving an earth-print

in a place of memories behind

that will help to remind.

…as she goes.

So softly on earthen ground

with small patches of lime-green

as the new growth sprouts up

under toes,

in-between,

and she sighs with a smile,

an exhale so divine,

alongside this presence,

that completely aligns.

With her.

You.

and me.

We are all intertwined…

with feral nature,

the Wild Child,

powerful Being sublime.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I sense uneasiness and turmoil here. A mind churning, but then a change of mood. The dark restless night moves on and dawn is on the horizon. I saw light here where there had been darkness. I felt the night receding and a new day beginning. Beautiful expression.

Chris

[Seriana]

Thank you so much Chris. Your kind reviews always leave me smiling.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is touchingly beautiful, haunting, almost...it lingers with the reader like a sort of blissful magic or pixie dust waiting to be inhaled. Delightful. F.

[Seriana]

Appreciate your thoughts, Fabian! Made me smile

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I like the unrest of this that settles into the bones, the quiet of an aftermath that left its mark. The anger of a storm unleashing its wrath, hoping to be heard and sated by someone who listens and cares. The intertwining of all things is obvious. It's a shame how soon we forget. Well done!

[Seriana]

Thank you Linda!! (((hugs)))

[willweb]

I sure picked the right night to be online...3 new poems from you. It is like Christmas. : ) Kind of dark and sad but filled with your unmistakable poetic charm. Really well expressed my friend.

[Seriana]

Thank you so much! I had fu writing this one. :)