together
in me,
deep
moving imagination
that you are,
call me
to a place
that works
in solitude
living
lightly,
accept me
never forgetting
that i
live in a circle
that repasses
that which
occurred
yet sees
its tunnel
to shine
© r.e.l. 11/1/11
image by simeon’s clay art
Posted for Thursday Poet’s Rally 11/3-11/9/11 on the Poetry Palace
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Useful point of view, makes a refreshing change from the rubbish loads of commentators post on this topic.
Beautiful poem. And I love the whole look of your page as if I have tiptoed into a secret reading room.
i love that comment, thank you 🙂
a gentle and lovely touch of yours, enjoyed it very much.
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a gentle and lovely touch of yours, enjoyed it very much.
🙂
thanks much 🙂
Its good to get back to your wonderful poetry. I have missed it.
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I appreciate your support 🙂
in this divine poem, i get that calmness of serenity in the verses.
me too, thanks for stopping by
Well done spoken word poem, demands you to read it aloud. Good Job.
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nice perspective, thanks. i like that
Perfect! I read this over and again. xxx
wow, happy to hear
This is intriguing. I really love the feel of your poem, the flow of the words, and the blurring of the lines. Well written.
i am happy to create burning lines…
Beautiful 🙂
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glad you enjoyed @SmoothSongsSoft 😉 as usual, thanks for your support
how lovely.
how lovely.
thank you
I think this will need some pondering for me as I think I may be coming at it from the wrong angle (if that makes any sense?), but it did stir something in my mind and I like poetry to do that. Well done!
all angles are the right angle. everyone reads poems with their own eye. i especially like to give my words multiple meaning…
Nice piece on a part of the self, which really isn’t — muse-ful.
thanks for writing and sharing.