Light without form, voice without sound.
I am a ghost who rings through you and then is gone.
My footprints press on hearts I will never know--
souls without flesh that I can touch. The wisp of air I am
yearns for the substance of earth. My fingers search
the imprinted Braille as I travel blind, the raised dots a code
I struggle to cipher with trembling hands. The dark is that world
unknown--the world within, the frontier whose geography
is ever-changing. I am learning me. And if you could only see me,
really see who I am--maybe I would come to read myself
as reflected in your eyes.
this is a wonderful expression of the soul's voice
I love how you so tenderly express seeing oneself through anothers eyes to really see...
Beautiful!
Peace, Love & Blessings
Vickie
This is fabulous, Linda. Wonderful self-reflexive write, yet very cleverly using the device of a personal journal that is both it's own self and a projection of the internal landscape. As others have already said, this is superbly crafted and written with such a lightness of touch, yet is insistent and pressing on the mind, leaving the mystical thumbprint of presence. Lovely images conjured here. xx
This is such a great poem, The two biggest problems facing humanity, unwillingness to consider another as our equal and failure to look deep enough inside each other and our selves to learn who we really are.
Again, you are reaching deeper and touching emotions that are raw, making each word count. I love "the wisp of air I am years for the substance of earth."
Carol
Very impressive reflections and self wonder as we often tend to do at times. You captured the uncertainties of us all as we struggle with our identities..excellant write.
hugs
fee
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Tami
I love how you so tenderly express seeing oneself through anothers eyes to really see...
Beautiful!
Peace, Love & Blessings
Vickie
Anna
that fundamental yearning "for the substance of earth"
ever binds...
very well done.
cg
EDWIN
really see who I am--maybe I would come to read myself
as reflected in your eyes.
And yet that would be interpretation, not realization. Excellent work. Patrick
Jeepers Creepers!
Ron
in every writer's most intimate and trusting friend:
the Journal. Thanks for letting me in. -gene.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Georg
Excellent,
Take Care, Pierre
Carol
really see who I am--maybe I would come to read myself
as reflected in your eyes."
Magnificent!
Highly imaginative, reflective and challenging, I love this experience and its reverberations.
John
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fee