Reading between the lines
Energy flow fluctuates.
Could it be?
In another life,
Empty promises are concealed in soft pastel wrapping
Volatile outbursts precede the emergence of pastel wrapped boxes, heart shaped cards.
Deflating the bubble of joy that had begun.
With a move to warmer climes
I invite more light in, the darkness slips away;
Taking with it the bad memories and any trace of controlling forces.
Heart free, finally.
Love yourself! more shout the books, it’s been that same page for months now.
Oh, your words arrive just in time like a cool wind
Velvety and soft
Eyes close as your energy wills me on.
One of the things I enjoyed most about taking part last year in the Blogging University poetry 201 last year was the challenge of creating poetry inspired by the daily workshops. I often found myself jotting a few ideas, drafting a poem and then a few days later completing and posting. It was great to see the different tangents other participants had taken the subject and the online community feeling of creating together.
I like going back to poems and overtime crafting and shaping them till I feel they are ready and no more editing is required. With this version I think I’ve made it less dark and more coherent. What do you think?
A recent road trip brought me back here….
Morning meditation, open road revelation.
As close to the edge as your vehicle allows
as the sea view below wows.
The sunrise a few hours earlier has cast its net for the day
capturing my optimism and imagination.
The space between me, the edge and the sea seems to
demand an appearance,
a morning welcome or roar.
or something, someone similar.
I clearly see the beauty in the natural elements of
this mornings north eastern coastal view.
Driving on blues skies and open sea continue up ahead.
I’ve been following Heidi for a number of years and find her research fascinating.
Looking back or ahead? (Morning)