shifting transmutation
within a beguiled
metaphorical mindfulness,
transposing metamorphosis
in profound surrender,
teaching us to dance
amidst raindrops
as friends, family,
& foe flutter by ~
Are you kidding me???? How great are these lines!!!!!
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10 Years Ago
Ha *smiling* at your statement! Thanks so much, jazz'd you enjoyed my moment!
i love the sense i get of trying to control the paradoxical in life with the strength of parenthesis ;) your poem is full of twists and turns and self deceptions ... and the most important ..friends, family and foes flit by before we know it ... especially like that you include enemies ... some Native American cultures matched the stature of a man by the strength of his enemies .. a poem to ponder ...
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That's what people are meant for - to leave voids, to give everlasting pain and to teach us bitter lessons in life, because we love them and cannot get over them, be it friends, family, lover.
I also soundly agree with Mr. Jacob here when he says we are all that is left with us and that we better be good compnay for us.
wow yes, it feels like this..friends, family and foes come and go...
people are here with us and then as suddenly they are gone...they die, they leave and in the end we better be good company for ourselves, because we are all that is left.
// transposing metamorphosis
in profound surrender,
teaching us to dance
amidst raindrops
as friends, family,
& foe flutter by ~ //
I always smile when I read 'flutter by' because it is so you, it's your thing... You've honestly left me speechless, Mama F, this is simply splendid. xo
it's got kind of a Jack Kerouac feel to it....excellent!
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10 Years Ago
Wow Raymond, thanks so much for that, he has pen'd one of my favorite quotes...
“the .. read moreWow Raymond, thanks so much for that, he has pen'd one of my favorite quotes...
“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..