i see you
in the mirror of my life
there in the twilight
not knowing.. not breathing.. just being..
who is to know what is real?
stealing myself
from the fire in my aura
you are alive with the heat that wraps around you in a field
of that which is alive,
yet not.
© r.e.l. 1/23/11
image ‘Red Tree Spirit’ by Ron Moss
posted for Poetry Potluck week 20: Peace, Relaxation, Spirituality on Jingle Poetry
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Indeed! Who is to know what is real and what illusion. A fine poem and a stunning choise of illustration. Dramatic.
thanks, when i saw this image i knew i HAD to write about it. amazing, huh…
who is to say when is alive and what is gone? it’s a good wonder
This is a beautiful piece! It creates a special reflection.
the red is powerful and the spirit too.. yes, it’s all in the painting…. thanks for stopping by
Divine. A beautiful and gorgeous poem. that image is really beautiful.
spirits are real 😉
I simply love the way you write.
You got talent, plenty of…
you are sweet , thanks 🙂
This poem brought a lump to my throat, as if recollecting a painful emotion but feeling it in the new light of inner understanding..Thank you so much.
you’re welcome… it can be about many topics all at once .. i’m glad it helped you to come to a better understanding…
dreamy imagery.
well put.
A+
the image helped 😉