Focusing on upcoming events, mainly the college graduation of my muse, translucent lessons rise to the surface.
Listening Again to the Light
I once saw a movement
a teardrop moving up from below
a melody trying so hard to be seen
that when I asked to listen
the sound could only blind me in white light
Where does one go in the sightless pure color of white
Back to the dark
a quiet place to listen once more
to that place where seeing has been impossible
I saw a phrase once
whose crescendo could be heard
coming from the distance
whose diminuendo cried to not be lost
to always be available to those
who can see the song of the past
know the harmony of the present
anticipate with clarity
the lyrics of the future
listening again to the light
one finds love
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|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|Beautiful images and words and a search with an ultimate vision.|
|Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
|How perfect a wrap to say "Oh my/Oh my." Lilting energy in this finish. I feel the weak-legged kitten ("a melody trying so hard to be seen") but in the notes of something so soft that it is 'clear.' The swell of "diminuendo cried to not be lost" and the impression of being available to those who can see the song.... meshed into 'harmony of the present' and anticipation. Brightly brocaded weave. I love it. ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|This is quite lovely poetry Odin. I enjoyed your verses..
Peace, love and "light",
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Took us on a visual and in-depth summery of the emotional tryst with The Light, having to retreat to The Dark in order to discern it. I loved the tour.|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|beautifully explored, Odin,