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| Degas, Edgar, Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle, négatif 1895-1896. |
in silence you danced
to the rhythm your heart whispered
flying somewhere through the stratosphere
the only thing to remember
is to breathe, breathe the eternal grace
lost in the soft movement between the burning
of a brand new day and fragile remains of the daylight
listening to the questions of a wanderer
you flow like a moon's reflection
forever playful and sparkling
there you were found, in that short part of freedom
remembering a song of a caged bird
it seemed to you, the mountain knew your very existence
as if you arrived out of its' hardships and fertile seasons
it lures you in, like it's your safe net
then you find things you deemed so important
somehow lost their value
independently your fingers follow
a ripple started somewhere in the night
and in the morning you wish
to have no regrets
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Written as a poetry prompt The Mag #193. Took me awhile. As I saw the photograph my mind went to the song "If I be wrong" by Wolf Larsen. It's such a beautiful song.
this is beautiful. I'd say no more.
ReplyDeleteA well written piece.....It has a certain ethereal quality to it that I like.
ReplyDeleteLovely and evocative...
ReplyDeleteit is funny how things that once seemed important too us become no longer important...hopefully too we find no regrets...its not as if we can change what once was and it all played into us becoming who we are...
ReplyDeletea beautiful thought is heard in the whispering of the heart .......lovely...
ReplyDeleteSo very beautiful.
ReplyDeletemoving vivid piece full of lovely images.especially, flowing like a moon's reflection.
ReplyDeleteThis is written with the delicate grace of a dancer, a really splendid reading experience.
ReplyDeleteSometimes things that you value are found not to be so important after all. A person needs to listen to those ripples!
ReplyDeleteI especially love "breathe the eternal grace......" Very lovely thoughts and images in this poem.
ReplyDeleteNatasa,
ReplyDeleteSo very sensuous and filled with imagary. Also a questioning remains, when morning arrives.
Eileen
Lovely with a superb close.
ReplyDeleteAaah!
ReplyDelete".... to breathe, breathe the eternal grace....
... A ripple started somewhere in the night...
and in the morning wish
to have no regrets.."
I'm so with you here Natasa - lovely, soulful work... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com
Nice. We gain nothing through regrets. It is better to accept the things which once were important but are not so anymore and keep on walking this path of life. Beautiful writing. :-)
ReplyDelete-HA
elegantly done, and I loved the beautiful imagery in the poem. the last two lines kept repeating in my head. :)
ReplyDeleteand yes, thanks for sharing the video.
beautiful words...I really enjoyed reading this work.
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