in this poem, you are speaking to the higher manas (oversoul) to liberate you from the sanctuary of playing it safe in the lower manas (desires, passions, fears) so you can move on from your "own Death Valley" into the living oasis of the enlightened being ...
Longing to be held
in the cleft of a rock,
in a heart
that will give me shelter
Dear Kate...you are becoming creative day by day...you are growing with each write of yours...this is yet another fine example of your creativity....I envy the flow of this majestic write....love n luck....BHUWAN!!!!!
I liked this a lot, Kate (bear with me, I'm trying to be more articulate in my comments LOL!)I like the parallels used here (excuse my spelling too lol).
Beautifully captured Kate! It is a gloriious event and a magnificent sight to see.Our local tv shows pictures daily.Very humbling to see such beauty. I wrote of it about 10 days ago when it happened.
etw
Dearest Kate,
This poem is simply enchanting. It brought back a distant memory from my childhood. I used to walk through a beautiful field of golden grass where I made many wondrous discovery. It was a place where little creatures roamed wild and free and I spent hours and hours of time exploring with the open-eyed wonder of a child. A fire destroyed this field in but a matter of hours and all that remained was black and charred. So many creatures had been killed and the wild flowers that grew in profusion were also destroyed. I was devastated and walked through the desolation caused by that destructive force feeling glum and depressed. I couldn't face my field of gold for a long time but the next time I ventured out after being cooped up after a week of rain, I was stunned to see the first shoots of green poking through the charred field and was able to observe my own miracle in the making. Somehow even at that young age I knew that what I had witnessed was significant. The resilience of nature taught a great lesson that I still hold in my heart.
Your poem carries this same message. Thank you so much for sharing it.
Love Chanti
In the palm of a 3000 year old mummy there was a seed, and once planted it grew into a beautiful flower. It was a long wait to bloom but worth it. Liked your poem!
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outstanding metaphor and imagery ...
TRASK
Exceptional, Katy dear.
The closing lines grab hard at the mind, but the
entire poem is marvelous.
waiting for my time to bloom
..indeed..to wait is to expect to expect is to BE!
Lovely write..love it..saved it! ty Kate..:)
vesna:)
Paul;-}
in the cleft of a rock,
in a heart
that will give me shelter
Dear Kate...you are becoming creative day by day...you are growing with each write of yours...this is yet another fine example of your creativity....I envy the flow of this majestic write....love n luck....BHUWAN!!!!!
Thank you for this.
HUgs,
Mari
etw
This poem is simply enchanting. It brought back a distant memory from my childhood. I used to walk through a beautiful field of golden grass where I made many wondrous discovery. It was a place where little creatures roamed wild and free and I spent hours and hours of time exploring with the open-eyed wonder of a child. A fire destroyed this field in but a matter of hours and all that remained was black and charred. So many creatures had been killed and the wild flowers that grew in profusion were also destroyed. I was devastated and walked through the desolation caused by that destructive force feeling glum and depressed. I couldn't face my field of gold for a long time but the next time I ventured out after being cooped up after a week of rain, I was stunned to see the first shoots of green poking through the charred field and was able to observe my own miracle in the making. Somehow even at that young age I knew that what I had witnessed was significant. The resilience of nature taught a great lesson that I still hold in my heart.
Your poem carries this same message. Thank you so much for sharing it.
Love Chanti
This is breathtakingly described, such emotion--BRAVA!
So, what IS the news????
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Felix