Open up the box
25 March 2016
Look through Heart
There are hidden worlds
Inside us
Swirling tops
They chase the hope as it hops
From twig to cast twig
Bird of prey
Bird of paradise
Third species
We decant
Through inner voices we chant
Songs of yesteryears
Piling fears
Inarticulate
Loss of words
Bundled herds
Grazing through pastures of spleen
Forgotten your sheen
There is light
It beckons to blind
Eye saw cut
Connections
Threading with my soul’s needle
I pierced the darkness
Ivy climbed
Chains of the feeble
Envy green
Hearts that glean
More than the weight of mistakes
Burdens of the spate
Now dilate
Journey tortuous
Remember
Birth’s pathway
Closed soul fever of grid locks
Open up the box
Reading of the poem:
Light up the sky – The Afters
Birds of prey and birds of paradise are constant reminders of survival and good versus evil.
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Oh Geetha, however do you do it?
“There is light
It beckons to blind
Eye saw cut
Connections
Threading with my soul’s needle
I pierced the darkness” that stanza is the jewel in the crown of your poem. “Threading with my soul’s needle” what an image, what a turn of phrase and so much meaning in that one line! Your poem is littered with such gems
Thank you Melinda. I particularly liked that part of the flow too 🙂
You’re welcome 🙂
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My favourite lines, too. Yes, Geetha, how DO you do it?
And the hidden worlds inside the heart… Sometimes they will never be revealed. Loved this so.
Thanks Annie. I go with the flow always 🙂
Yes, sadly sometimes our twinflames are not awake but we do find good substitutes. Till another lifetime I guess for our twin to first whisper what they perceive and then read aloud 🙂
😀 me too! Geetha is always hiding worlds within her words 🙂
😀 ladies, you made me laugh xoxo. Enjoy the day ahead
Laughter is good for the soul
Very true dearest 🙂
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