Ah soul, you knocked upon the door in echoed call,
a ringing through the mind which I decried,
and heard instead as timbered stretching sharp,
that crack as splintered being seeks to grow,
so sudden, shocking, whether bright or dark,
just like the ancient wardrobe by my side,
that place, where lost in childhood, I would hide.
To turn away from signs and symbols surely given,
to hide my eyes from synchronicities which spoke,
was just instinctual huddling into the depths of Self,
in murmured wording which Denial did speak,
recorded without judgement or demands,
in patient waiting, knowing that in deep and sighing
time, the pull to individuation could not be denied.
Ah soul, you knocked upon the door in echoed call,
a ringing through the mind which held a tone,
those notes of full becoming which did harmonise,
and resonate as balanced being brought at last to birth,
because deceptive voice had now been put to rest,
and courage held out arms so strong and wide,
that falling into truth, gave nowhere else to hide.
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a ringing through the mind which I decried,
and heard instead as timbered stretching sharp,
that crack as splintered being seeks to grow,
so sudden, shocking, whether bright or dark,
just like the ancient wardrobe by my side,
that place, where lost in childhood, I would hide.
To turn away from signs and symbols surely given,
to hide my eyes from synchronicities which spoke,
was just instinctual huddling into the depths of Self,
in murmured wording which Denial did speak,
recorded without judgement or demands,
in patient waiting, knowing that in deep and sighing
time, the pull to individuation could not be denied.
Ah soul, you knocked upon the door in echoed call,
a ringing through the mind which held a tone,
those notes of full becoming which did harmonise,
and resonate as balanced being brought at last to birth,
because deceptive voice had now been put to rest,
and courage held out arms so strong and wide,
that falling into truth, gave nowhere else to hide.
http://dversepoets.com/2014/03/04/poetics-poetically-evolving/#respond
Thats fine....... you still made it here............ Love your write........
ReplyDeleteah soul, you knocked upon the door... love that. Poetry is a calling from our inner self, our soul... I'm deeply appreciative of your writing for my prompt. Thank you for joining us regardless of the linky being closed!
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