A poem without end of two souls inter-dimensionally entwined.
To be added to eternally.
FOR WE ARE ONE
Slowly gently, so gently with us, for we are one. Tentatively because after all, time is eternal. Fingers, bodies, spirits and minds have touched over eons and ages past.
But sometimes tempted am I to sing. Singing in the way I know I have sung before. In tribute, glorious tribute. For with joy abundant, likening us to the cascading and splashing waters of a meandering spring. Endings and beginnings are as one. A rippling, bubbling perpetuation of motion. Itself an endless symphony.
I see this as a poem of soul mates whether together or not always entwined
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Yes I thought so at the time but am no longer with that soul. Have figured out that poetry is a bit .. read moreYes I thought so at the time but am no longer with that soul. Have figured out that poetry is a bit like a cross between astro travelling, water sliding, horse riding and some other things on here I might just say is probably taking your heart and soul in your mouth and going for the ride of your life! Or....shorter version ........just gettin to know the self.
I really like it! I know that's not really very informative, but I'm not an expert when it comes to poetry (though I may have to teach it someday). Just thought I'd post to say so.
57year old Female.
Been writing poetry since 1986.
Am a jeweler.
Work with glass, twisted wire and copper foil to make unique lamps, tea lites etc;
Do healing art drawings.
Sing for my supper. more..