P
E
A
C
E
peace
so fragile
has escaped me
it spills through my fingers
rampant, no longer contained
it is free running
and it pours
.
.
.
tiny
pyramids
mounding like
molehills at my feet
pyramids
mounding like
molehills at my feet
I tremor at the thought
of the mountains they will bring
then I put a halt to the rushing tide
I create barriers with my breath
and with the soft brush
of my attention
I sweep and
I gather
until
all the
peace is
once again
contained inside.
of the mountains they will bring
then I put a halt to the rushing tide
I create barriers with my breath
and with the soft brush
of my attention
I sweep and
I gather
until
all the
peace is
once again
contained inside.
- Susannah Bec 2010
11 comments:
Hi Susannah. I have read a few of your poems now. And loved every one of them.
Keep writing...
Hi Shail, thanks very much for your visit and kind comment. It is good to meet you. :-)
OMG this is amazing, you are awesome :)
Natalie, thank you so much. :-)
Good to meet you. x
Wow. I may have to explore your blog during class on Monday. Your poetry is so descriptive! I like the middle stanza very much! xoxo Nith
Very neat how you've likened inner weather with outer housekeeping. I like the thought that all could, at least momentarily, be put in perfect order.
Ah Susannah! I had a recent take on peace, too. We have some ideas in common...
Here's a link to mine:
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/01/31/say-peace/
Love it! One of my fave topics:)The format looks great on the page, too.
Thanks everyone, I really appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.
It is good to see you all. x
you rocked on this one, divine poetry.
Welcome Join Jingle Poetry Potluck week 21,
Feel free to share 1 to 3 old poems or random poems, cheers.
Love your talent demonstrated here,
Hope to see you share.
xxx
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