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| the girl with the dandelion hair by franzi |
Words search any way
Whichever
To come out
.
This scene I can beautify
Still a little bit more
With the help of the voices I hear
Singing their soul out
.
This mystery I can purify
But all the thoughts
Talking in my head
All at a time
Get no escape
.
.
This simulation I can dignify
By trying once and again
To hold on to myself
Self-pity or revenge
When I disappear for two
Maybe three days
.
I travel with ghosts
Whose bad intentions
Make this one
A new spirit of perfection
And laments fly
In the sky
No redemption.
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Taking part in One Shot Wednesday
17 comments:
Don't disappear. I know the desire, and I, too, sometimes suffer the "ghosts" with the "bad intentions," but it always seems to get better...
dulce - the conversations in our heads often get in the way of a good time! i talk back to them. they leave soon enough and let me get on with my true work! steven
To spirit away mindful play at the dawn of day is a dream to shake, rattle and roll in the essence of dance, as this is a remedy to glorify and sanctify into the prying eye in your thoughts! Ha.
Have a wonderful new year. Sentiments to you, dear Dulce, and blessed are your intentions for worldly interventions of supplications.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
this is how new ideas, realisations come about... i like!
As again...I can so relate Dulce :)
if i could just get the voices to speak one at a time it would help...lol...
not always easy to get these voices sorted out...i LOVE the pic - i really love it - and again - perfect match
Beautiful...much like you!
Pfffft. There's always redemption.
Traveling with ghosts...that sounds intriguing, whatever their intentions!
kind of at cross purposes huh??
Love the way you give words a light feeling and a weighed down one
Great One Shot Poetry
MDW hugs
So many voices...so little time. I found much of myself in your poem. Love the pic too.
Dulce
I like laments flying in the sky
gets em off my shoulder.
~rick
observing them at times, shutting them off at others..these Ghosts stay in when i just need them to :)
love your topics and reading you is a treat to my soul Dulce :)
Dulce, this is a wonderful poem in word and spirit and is set off so well by the illustration. Wow! Dandelion clock hair. May your words float free on the air and return to you to nurture your inspiration, as they inspire me.
Your words are so beauty-full!
"But all the thoughts
Talking in my head
All at a time
Get no escape"
It seems that way doesn't it...they just keep talking in circles contained inside our minds...but if we listen-in as a witness instead of engaging we discover that there are pauses, brakes in between...and once we see that, we realize they are not as steady,not as constant as we first imagined,something shifts and they start to pass by. The spaces between lengthen...the despair, the overwhelm lessens. New messages arise, lovely healing ones...then more space...then old messages...then space and new ones and the old voices soften to sound sound...to whispers...to memories.
Yep! Fire the old committee in your head, let the Muse take over, singing her songs yet unwritten.
Listening to those sweet 'Songs-of-Dulce', you have learned to beautify, dignify, purify, and, in those days of isolation, bring all adversities to perfection.
AWAY with laments and lamenting! Let them redeem themselves!
Really, you put some of the 'fine' in "FINE ARTS", Dulce!
Oooh...those inner voices can sometimes be too demanding.. don't you think? It's just a matter of who comes out stronger in the end .. you or them! :)
I think your poem expressed this tumultuous situation very well...
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