Sunlight Dreaming

 

fading

purple flowers

lie softly

plush

stitching

old

old

knees

and

infant fingers

s t r e t c h i n g

in jagged space

to smooth

incongruous

cheeks

like

paper

drawn with lines

and

finely

etched madness

in

eyes too full

of

sunlight dreaming

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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!

23 thoughts on “Sunlight Dreaming

  1. This takes me in so many different directions. I can see the old woman, the infant and the flower all as part of the same being, the same subject.

    I think because it is now autumn up here in the northern hemisphere that I keep seeing overlaps between the young and the old, the leaves and the flowers and the animals and people who move among them.

    I also got an image of a quilt here:

    fading

    purple flowers

    lie softly

    plush

    stitching

    old

    old

    knees

    and

    infant fingers

    s t r e t c h i n g

    even though I know that the poem moves on to the subject touching her own face. But for a moment there I saw another intergenerational activity. . . .

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    1. I am in awe of the fragility of the old and the young and how it encompasses the strength we all need to survive… and how even death is illusory as it is impossible to lose anything important on this earth… where would it go? everything just changing form again and again….

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