somewhere
is a place
where the wind will not find
lady polarity
standing entwined
the softest
lit showers
of suddenly flowers
expanding with amber
and silver..
so slowly devined
in her timing
are the petals of hands
that sweep
the past lives of roses
white over eyes
closing
and opening
as a silence is born
in what bodies are for without form.
.
lady polarity, my thoughts in her mind,
returns to the turning of time..
circularsmooth and warm
.
...3monked jimmy
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there's something drawing me back to this poem each time I come across it.It'll come to me ...John :-)
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i don't understand this yet...maybe i won't ever, but it's compelling and beautiful. ~grace
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seasons, the earth, a universe of consciousness-
what i see when not looking. -oephim
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ahh...thanks for the hint, oephim.:) ~grace