"How do we start to start over?" I imagine this is contingent on an individual's desire to trust beyond what they know and feel. Hope you're well.

For me the stanza: "With bracelets and braveries

For men, women and babies

All the goodness in a smile

For who looks like a stranger," the "smile... stranger" idea is the healing poultice that is felt by the heart and mind, enabling intellect and emotion to breathe freely again, regardless of how short the period of joy's gesture may be. To be broken is to feel like a stranger to peace and love. You've made that so knowingly apparent. Thank you for bringing such a critical behavior to the forefront of healing... especially those of us that have experienced it.

Lots of emotions shining through in stark reality of what appears to be betrayal. Well written.

Your poem opens my thinking process, Diana. To me, your theme is applicable on a personal and global scale. Love, peace, and blessings to you,

Regis. 🙏🌸💫💛🐬

I like it, Ron, that you put it to this as having unclear meaning; that is a good assessment. It has no theme and defies sensefulness. That’s what I like about the song, the words, the painting. Meaningful and clear took a detour and that’s the idea behind the strangeness of the painting. The lyrics I feel can apply to personal relationship, to societal relationship, political relationships — with that last one, the lines “Talk is much better heard/Without all too many words,” being the ringer. Thank you for your comments, I always like your take on what you read here in AD. ~~ Next time I likely won’t fly over your nest, I’ll stop in for a rest :). ~~ djl

Your poetry is usually so meaningful and clear. But this one flew over this word cripple's next.

I believe you might be writing about peace bracelets and war, but otherwise, I can't fathom what you're theme is for this song. I know it's not nonsense, but for me it makes no sense.

Ron

wow I so love the painting and the words are exquisite, I'd love
to hear the song sung, maybe you can sing it ?
Love and light, Vie