© RH Peat 8/20/2011 11:16pm
Fomr: 7 tercets/ 21 lines/ an epistle
Metaphor. Come to life’s party.
know the blessings of the true self.
Dearest Wounded One
Dearest Wounded One.
Stay well, dear beating heart
and open up that treasure chest
you've hidden in the dust under the bed.
Pull out those lost and forgotten smiles.
Put a tiny bit of sunshine in your pocket
to glint every misplaced and rainy day.
Open up your cupboards;
you have forgotten the blessings
you have left on the top shelf.
It’s time to set a meal on the table
just for your well-dressed self.
Let your shadow be your guest.
Become self-satisfied
in the freedom of your spirit.
There is a ruby in your heart.
I've seen it in your spring moonlight.
Find the opened eye that knows
that gold saved inside your purse;
then invest in that guiltless country
to increase the measure of your wealth.
You own a castle and you don’t know it.
© RH Peat 8/20/2011
Now I shall post "Don't Cry"...Love this one Mr. Peat...a heart tender at its best...I shall do all you suggested here and some more... Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
This is magical Ron. To open the shelves and the cup boards , to look for the treasures hidden within our home , within our heart . To invest in the guiltless country , to increase the wealth manifold and ask the shadows to be the guest and not the host . A party is held in each heart the moment the fibres hear the echo of love and positive thoughts , the heart becomes the mecca of karmic affection then and each song becomes a prayer leading the party to the ultimate crescendo...
well penned so much in so little magic...
A priceless and most memorable write. Powerful
you, sir, are a poet of finest measure. and this, has touched my heart.
Truly a magical write..I do not know how I missed it....Bookmarked