it all can change in a small moment .............
Symphony
Within that silent whiff that
fills the vacuum , a rich muse
resonates and tickles the heart.
The mind drifts to a green path
that holds high above the sizzling
terrains in a hot day's layers.
Serpentine moments shed their
skins as pleasures lift the tides
over the boulders on time's shore.
The spirit dances on the tunes in
a timeless orchestra where each breath
is a note in a eternal composition
Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
I hear a melody of love and it is beautiful. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
I hear a melody of love and it is beautiful. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
Susan Jarvis
A truly musical piece that benefits from being read aloud, and I love the sound and sentiment of the term 'a hot day's layers' - harmony indeed. :)
A truly musical piece that benefits from being read aloud, and I love the sound and sentiment of the term 'a hot day's layers' - harmony indeed. :)
Ivan Donn Carswell
A bit of Dylan Thomas, a whiff of contemporary nirvana but an unrelenting poetic impetus...
A bit of Dylan Thomas, a whiff of contemporary nirvana but an unrelenting poetic impetus...
sonetta
music for the soul.....
music for the soul.....
Ron Peat
Inspiration is softly sent like a sweet scent on the air. Inside that ancient dream the body is lifted by the unknown that dwells within. It walk the garden road toward the unfolded staircase into consciousness. Slithering moment change their shape to meet that perfect joy that rolls in wave after wave. There within the ballet of thing and no-thing being finds that it is at the shoreline where the symphony plays its infinite music. Like a single note it pierces the flesh with it javelin of knowing. Yes I know this one well. Thanx for sharing it with me. It is so true. A poet friend//RH Peat
Inspiration is softly sent like a sweet scent on the air. Inside that ancient dream the body is lifted by the unknown that dwells within. It walk the garden road toward the unfolded staircase into consciousness. Slithering moment change their shape to meet that perfect joy that rolls in wave after wave. There within the ballet of thing and no-thing being finds that it is at the shoreline where the symphony plays its infinite music. Like a single note it pierces the flesh with it javelin of knowing. Yes I know this one well. Thanx for sharing it with me. It is so true. A poet friend//RH Peat
Fay Slimm
This verse takes flight somewhere over a rainbow and phrases the journey in gold-dust of paradise-land..... wow Niks how do you do it ? - - Fantastic.
This verse takes flight somewhere over a rainbow and phrases the journey in gold-dust of paradise-land..... wow Niks how do you do it ? - - Fantastic.
Wow. What a delicious tribute! Fantastic. Laden with superb metaphors and a wealth of lovely imagery, while it beautifully examines the tip of the iceberg of pleasures in writing, this is delightful. La what a treat to read!