We gather our semblance of finds,
Pieces of blue to match
Each mood that drifts through rooms
Like ghosts who speak
To those in tune to knowing.
We re-arrange them to suit
An image that soothes when wild winds blow,
That may bluster like a caterpillar,
Inching along waiting to become.
There is no glass for reflection found in the sea
As treasure becomes scarce we rely on relics,
Simple pieces that have meaning perhaps to
Just a solitary soul,
Who holds them close
And feels the history
Found.
Are our eyes closed when they should see
What lays before the vision suspended
As we duck below
Circumnavigating once more
Taking the long way home
To find the peace we know resides
Behind the shuttered shades of the mind,
Knowing the solace that lingers like a wayward hobo artist,
Snipping and crafting the words that sting
In their mark
We know the prophecy is no longer hidden,
Yet still scarcely known
Except by the silent one who asked for nothing
And was given the world
And I smile content for understanding,
For to acknowledge is to show weakness
Or that was what had been told,
And we are all different,
Like bits of glass gathered,
Collected in porcelain bowls of beauty,
Yet still considered broken
By those who see no wealth,
No recognition of value
That is always priceless
To some,
A cache of everything to one.
thanks Tikeetha, I’m glad you enjoyed it ๐ peace and blessings to you, Kim
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This is so beautiful. I could relate.
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My pleasure! Blessings forevermore. โค
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I know dear heart, you always do…you know me so very well…and I know how we adore sea glass, the beautiful discards smoothed into something special. Peace and love and I love your signed poetry BTW๐๐ good evening and go Cubbies too….sorry, had to put it out there๐๐
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Hi Kat, I miss you dear muse but I know you have many pots on the fire….I hope all is well and that you’re doing well. Thank you as always, it’s always a beautiful day when I get a visit from my Kat…your chimes have been busy lately…a beautiful tune they play๐๐peace and love, K
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Thank you Rose, finally getting a chance for some catch up. So glad you enjoyed it and yes, broken things have much beauty for those who can see it…so few cannot…I’m glad you can๐๐
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Thank you Nayana, sorry it took so long to respond….crazy busy days but I’m so glad you enjoyed it and thank you, peace and love, K
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I heard more then just pieces
You painted a lovely picture
Of the experience of the pieces
As always Sheldon
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Beautiful piece, Kim. Long time no see. I was taking some time off from WP. Hope I’ll be back soon. I’m sorry I can’t catch up with everything. Have a great week, dear friend. ๐
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We are broken but beautiful. Powerful words, Kim! ๐
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Beautiful poem! Love it ๐
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