In your hands
I AM
cupped,
a temporary prayer
a sweet slice
of merging space
I AM
dappled dusk
a glance of playful light
falling
shadowed by grace
through velvet felted umber.
In Your Hands
Published by The Silver Poet
I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express! View more posts
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Very nice! 🙂
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thankyou for commenting! it was inspired by a butterfly even though the butterfly seemed to fly away before I finished 😉
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Beautiful! There’s always something sacred and soulful in the words “in your hands” – and this runs through your poem. Lovely 🙂
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gorgeous, just gorgeous
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though we are never ever quite finished, with our words…. our poetry livs on on the wings of a butterfly. So that butterfly is the living continuation of your poem, and when it dies that will mark the end of its life but your petry will live on in its spirit.
Moral of the dribble: we are never finished, we merely pause adn let nature continue for us. Keep spewing the greatness lovin it.
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yes always and joyfully incomplete! xx
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life, that is!
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Both the poem and the butterfly are spirit visitations–our moments of connecting with something Other and magnificent and sweet and gentle. Silence, perhaps? Love? Hope?
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yes, i agree. I always feel honoured when a butterfly comes close! such a simple thing….
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very beautiful…
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lovely ❤
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you are x
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Love this one,
Peace,
Laz
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marvelous
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thanks so much x
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loved ‘a sweet slice of merging space’. nice.
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xxx
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I love your poetry — so simple and inspiring.
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