© RH Peat 8/18/2011 2:56pm’
Form: 1 cuplets & 6 tercets/ 20 lines
Metaphor. Without a body
the true self is revealed.
Inner Space
Formless beginnings—
like a pond's stilled surface,
it reflects through the depths.
Where the lover of life
shines, gleams brightly bathed
in intense sunlight with a knowing.
While the angry,
filled with fear,
appear dull and dimwitted.
The righteous is still the righteous
with their heart carved on the plate—
nourished, growing by giving.
While the bully is still the bully
with their heart submerged
in an inky darkness.
Their voices speak from the travail;
where they’ve created a domain
about themselves.
All is revealed by the words
spoken from their lips.
© RH Peat 8/18/2011
Looking within we will find the true beauty of a person. The outter shell is minor, the inner self is major. great poem. And meaningful.