the sound of wisdom i hear the sound in the quiet of morning not angry voices sharp and biting and mean no, it’s a soft reverberating embracing and kind the sound of wisdom, the whispers of my heart echoing against my being
melting together I long for his heart to open like a gate onto an open prairie covered with wildflowers. Where, we can meet and melt into each other like the sun and sky at dusk.
Just a little love poem I wrote…
It’s also part of a collection I put together called All the Shapes of Joy.
This poem was written in response to a prompt in How to Write Poetry: A Guided Journal with Prompts to Ignite Your Imagination related to imagery. The recommendation was to make a list of images conveying grief, anger and love ( I added delight since that is what I happened to be feeling a the time), and then exploring what they have in common.
Cousins I grieve with a deep ache a longing for something lost; I hold an emptiness as thick as a 500-year old tree. I delight with a child’s joy a spontaneous spirit; an unbound energy as light as the free-flowing air we breathe. I anger filled with fear a disconnect with my Self; an instant reaction as sharp as the blade of the kitchen knife. I love my heart wide open a need to touch something true; feeling for solid ground as real as the earth below my two feet. In life’s vast field, grief and delight, anger and love play like cousins in the grass of spring.
This poem is part of an online collection I call Meditative Blossoms.