You call my name
And the door opens
Logics says it’s just the wind
Goose bumps all over me
Say it is a magic breeze…
What does this have to do about it?
Let’s see
........
I write while I think
The only way I know
To create without mystery
My life is but this eternal moment
When I make a piece of history
A piece of peace…
That that and that this
Mine is the only life
I cannot hide
If I try
It all makes a bit of sense
All I need right now
To go ahead
A bit of sense
To go and embrace
The one I used to be
But who is no longer myself
Well, maybe twenty per cent!
And yes, the rest
That rest I no longer blame
A bit of sense
All I need
To understand
What I had to learn
For sure it will help
Yet, I feel there is
Another way
To go ahead
I am not singing but could
Not swinging but would
It is that eternal pendulum
Getting back, where it should.
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31 comments:
Dulce this is amazing...i completely have been in that place...i think this one is one of my favorites of yours!1 :-)
I have my goosebumps now Dulce! reading you breathtaking poem, how sweet this is//this one is Mind blowing!!!!!!! completely adoring it! :)) hugs tight sweet one xoxo
Perfect way to end it all...really nice work!
Una maravilla, and the last verse was bold and beautiful. Primita, you always find your way. :)
and the pendulum keeps swinging and i can not find a way to get off...nice dulce...
Appealing and revealing...
The pendulum is right back where it should be, very touched by this poem sweetie and true there's always another way and you will find it. Sweet hugs doll xx
The air blowing gently in from that open door--I could feel the breeze.
The wind, whether make believe or real, breeds change, on land or at sea.
The day to remember is when one can look at that face in the mirror, and smile BACK at it.
Wherever you are going Dulce, hang onto that pendulum...it spends most of its time in the bottom of the arc, that place of blessed balance!
Hugs to you, my good friend!
Dammmit, that heart is around here somewhere--don't tell me I've lost it.
The pendulum swings . . .
Dulce, sometimes I don't know how to express that which is within me after reading your works.
Wordless . . .
Joy always,
Susan
nice
That pendulum ride is kind of nice, swinging slowly back and forth - as long as it doesn't get too frenzied and sling one off into the distance. This poem was wonderful, every word!
This breeze of words gives me A Piece of Sense :) Its so refreshing and flows so nicely through my heart!
Very nice piece, Dulce!
(I don't wait on pendulums - I swing them myself!)
a bit of sense to embrace the one I used to be.. ah.. so true. wish I could do that too..!
My 1 Shot
SO sweet!
nowhere island
I loved the eternal exploration of who someone once was and who they are in this moment. This was a beautiful poem.
That last stanza sets the whole poem off. Nice one.
By the way, your link at One Shot was broken (one too many E's) so I posted a fixed link in the comments, just in case.
(I cant' help it, I'm anal-retentive that way sometimes)
Of course, if I was simply more OBSERVANT, I would have noticed that you re-posted your link. (Silly me!)
Beautiful.
And your essence will blossom into your true self.
Magical poetry!
love the line "my life is but this eternal moment". Wonderful One Shot. My One Shot is HERE.
"A bit of sense / To go and embrace / The one I used to be / But who is no longer myself / Well, maybe twenty per cent!"
Profound poem. I read tension, resolution, and leveling humor in your lines.
Dulce.....?
You Rock.... :-)
Dulce:
How ironic I actually use a pendulum...
Beautiful artistic expression, and a stunning visual photo of you?
Your muse, is alive and free, unencumbered and full of creativity.
as always love your writes,
Joanny
A bit of sense we all need. To embrace who we were, that takes guts, girl. To go back and look at who we were, and be better after and yet understand with a bit of sense.
Beautiful work.
This is so beautiful...
For me this poem means:
When I write I have the sense of deja vu. I write from the pages of my own diary. The story of life with the names changed to protect identities.. or indentity.. ME
your taste of poetry rocks.
love the way you nail it.
I don't get to visit you as often as I would like. I find I come back here after a week and you have written such a lot of beautiful pieces I don't know where to start.
Luv Ya
K xxx
Thank you ALL my friends for visiting, reading and for such adorabe comments!
Hugs
and sweeter hugs!
:))
Yours
Dulce
wow dulce..this was so beautifully written....a wonderful share..cheers pete
The pendulum does swing...I love that analogy. It's about finding our balance which is always found in who we really are. It's about stripping all the layers back and coming back to our true selves, or finally realizing who that is.
I can see why you related to my post, seems we are in the same place.
Hugs xo
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