Thursday, May 23, 2013

Synchronicity

Behind the huddled moments I did hear,
a few words, drifting, light as air,
which signified an image driven fast;
a thing the future would in time reveal.
The present had no place for it to stand,
but when remembered past it could be seen,
as symbol of the inner work declared;
an angel's touch upon the world of dreams.
These signs upon the path did gather force,
and rank as guideposts on my weary way,
to signify that there was sure a plan;
that what and how I lived would have its day.
It gave me hope in ways I'd never known,
to see the touch of purpose, written well,
upon the daily dross of life and mind;
meaning had a tale which it would tell.

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6 comments:

  1. Excellent both in the beautiful use of language and in the depth =)

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  2. Gorgeous pentameter in this excellent quasi sonnet.

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  3. "meaning had a tale which it would tell." Nice. And the title too.

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  4. nice...i like your play with form...and the closing line is def my fav....

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  5. Very well-crafted form poem in every aspect as I see it and the concept of synchronicity--what a wonder thing to reflect upon.

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  6. Love the progression, the passion and faith expressed here.

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