Catching falling stars while
Standing in the drops,
Soaking me down;
And maybe there are seasons
And maybe time exists
Where mirrors bloom
And reflections digress;
I will meet you there
Changing night to day while
The ibis flies to anchor,
Feeling vulnerable, weak and frail;
And maybe there is forgiveness
And maybe we are free
Where meadows banter
And fauna approves;
I will linger there
Find me in the sanctuary
Laced around the spirits,
Bartering for my life;
And maybe there’s a rendezvous
And maybe this is real
Where falls cascade
And life begins;
I will be waiting there
© Gina McKnight 2011
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6 comments:
Gina, truly appreciate this piece. You provoke emotions with the simplest of ideas, and use clear imagery to express your intentions.
Your recurring emphasis on "waiting/lingering/meeting at one place" reflects a profound longing and perhaps a tinge of sadness. And I enjoy how you bring out those emotions with fauna and nature.
Great piece. Look forward to more.
A master piece! You have a gift of writing poems...
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Beautiful - very visual and touching
"Catching falling stars while
Standing in the drops,
Soaking me down;
And maybe there are seasons
And maybe time exists
Where mirrors bloom
And reflections digress;
I will meet you there"
Beautiful Lines...
beautiful words...
great poem, I think it's beautifully written
Symphonic poem in the sense that the actual events.
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