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| The Sunday Muse |
Darkness sweeps across the sky
shadows of you and I creep past
in this lonely room of heartbreak
sharp talons wait, a bird of prey
in the corner shapes take form
hints of imagination begin to stir
in this altered reality, breathing
shallow caws, a blackbird's song
wandering the internal labyrinth
in the distance a black moon rises
drifting into a conscious slumber
surrealism appears beyond the veil
there under a massive bonsai tree
an oracle of insight with long graying hair
wisdom interwoven in his braided beard
ushering me to sit across from him
pouring a warm cup of ancient tea
bowing my head , sipping its flavor
his eyes green emeralds of the sea
touching my heart of indigo blue
a soft flutter of mending wings
cupped within my hands of hope
light filters through the dark void
opening my palms, taking flight
freeing the captive within
Author's note: I have had a rough week and part of this poem
is from a dream encounter. Wishing you peace & health
Thank you for your visit.
Linking with The Sunday Muse
Sorry to hear you have had a hard week, my friend. This is a BEAUTIFUL poem - the blackbird's song, the eyes of green, the heart of indigo blue, and the comforting tea from an oracle. Your dreams are amazing, more like visitations than dreams. Hope this one gave you comfort.
ReplyDeleteThank you my friend. Perhaps, it was a visitation of sorts.
DeleteA perfect written companion to the image!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
DeleteHope your coming week is better. Good that your poets soul was able to lean to i inpiration from last week's dream
ReplyDeleteHave a good Sunday
Much💜love
Thanks Gillena, a bit of inspiration to get my inner poet moving.
DeleteI hope you have a good week.
May your soul take flight today!
ReplyDeleteStill waiting to take flight...
DeleteBeautiful and poignant with a magnificent closing line. Sending hugs your way and wishing you better times ahead Truedessa. 💙
ReplyDeleteThank you Dear Carrie, for your constant support.
DeleteYou have composed a lovely poem, in spite of a difficult week. Be well, dear True.
ReplyDeleteThank you Helen. Hopefully, this week will be better.
DeleteA beautiful poem. I hope the coming week takes you to a better place.
ReplyDeleteThank you Marion, I hope so.
DeleteSo many lines to love in this poem. I needed it today. "a soft flutter of mending wings" Oh, I need to feel them.
ReplyDeleteSorry a bad week was bothering you.
ReplyDeleteBut the poem is wonderful!
The surrealism .. behind the veil... could be felt.