Sunday, September 29, 2019

when time before




"...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, 
and if that is not enough, what is enough?"
Vincent van Gogh


is it possible that an existence beyond our-self 
is within a simple sight?
or that  i should  touch a blade of grass 
or fathom distant light

is it stillness that stops this beat once
 known only to my heart ?
or the mist within my reach that gives 
cause for me to stare

the sky a million miles away i hold here in my hand 
what to wonder on its gold
 liquid as a dream
as between the clouds its firmament
 graceful and contrite 
  blue eye to gray 
gray to white - its lighting of my soul

a breath of want to want-less
brings my repentance of all need 
that one could give so willingly 
the shedding 
of their night

   who?  placed this here upon my life
as mine and mine alone
 a silent song of such regard 
un-penned 
 by one
 said keeper of my days

that (i) should forever touch its grace
when time before
it was so neatly tucked away

well out of mortal sight



bkmackenzie 2019
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photo was a gift from a friend 


posted at dverse poets Open Link night

7 comments:

  1. exquisite poetry. i love the way you described daylight coming

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  2. Lovely. The last four lines make this poem

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  3. A soul stirring write. This out stood for me:

    what to wonder on its gold
    liquid as a dream
    as between the clouds its firmament
    graceful and contrite
    blue eye to gray
    gray to white - its lighting of my soul

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  4. This is incredibly stunning!!❤️ I love; "the sky a million miles away i hold here in my hand/ what to wonder on its gold/ liquid as a dream/ as between the clouds its firmament graceful and contrite blue eye to gray/gray to white - its lighting of my soul." Woww!!❤️

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  5. A pensive poem. I love these lines in particular:
    ‘is it stillness that stops this beat once
    known only to my heart?’
    and
    ‘the sky a million miles away i hold here in my hand
    what to wonder on its gold
    liquid as a dream’.

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  6. I love the thoughts that made me think a lot about mortality... finding the meaning in the beauty we only can draw from nature.

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