Rushed;
daily grind’s friction
leaves my skin red and raw ~
gray people hurry;
one wrong step
“excuse me”
and the face, alight for
a fraction of a second,
turns gray once again.
home.
safe haven.
the door locks…
silence.
as i wash my hands,
(soap, rinse, dry)
i wash
the day away ~
too much suffering
for the tired eye (soul)
to keep
within me.
running low, Low;
i stumble
into the arms
of a masterpiece.
with each line
i Feel,
devour the scene,
taste, hear, smell
the words,
the symphony;
colors…
unfolding
(in) a (world of) (g)ray;
words
take hold,
soothe…
repair…
relax.
i dwell,
disentangle myself in
the mind of another;
a beautiful gift,
selflessly given.
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Over at dVerse, Karin Gustafson invites us to write about “Presents – Presence”. This wonderful prompt took me right back to one of my most favorite moments… I truly needed something beautiful that day – and it found me.
The story “The Conductor of an Aggressive Symphony” by Adam S. (which inspired this poem) is probably the best thing I have ever read – the raw emotion inspired me in so many ways and gave me much-needed energy. I treasure it… and always will.
You can find the whole story (Part 1-4) here:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
… give it a try, you will not regret it.
Another Wandering Soul 
Your relationship with this book is a delight, and one I often develop when reading. This is a great perspective, written in a compelling voice with just the right words.
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thank you very much!
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I really loved the vibe of this… thank you so much for sharing.
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thank you for reading 🙂
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..i never had such an intimate communion with a book like what you seemed to have in your readings… maybe am too young & less e perienced to claim a deep connection with the writers of the many ancient books i read… thank you for the poem…
Merry Christmas to you and family…
smiled…
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i’m 29 lol
you’ll know when you read the right one… Merry Christmas 🙂
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