why does this space call form to fly here as that moth is bound
to that light? why do some thoughts land here whilst others
escape? what do you think of that poem chained link by link
of such invisible musings? can you see it here frolicking and
weaving between the lines? do you hear its delicious whisper
calling you to a deeper home? do you feel in your bones that
silent poem of no words, no form, no thing at all? does it sing to
you of a peace that is unending and equally of no beginning?
does it wrap you in a blanket stitched word by word from all the
words of all the poets that ever sat to write and never ever wrote?
submission to Poets United~midweek motif~Peace
Oh, such a lot of poets: those who wrote, those who never wrote. Endless! And their poems wrap me in peace.
Good to hear. Thankis for the visit.
What a beautiful poem……..I have known that peace, though it is harder to find just at the moment………this is truly beautiful writing, Paul.
Thank You Sherry. It is an ongoing quest for me too.
I love your opening to this superb poem.
Thank You John.
I truly enjoy this form of writing style of unending questions that sooth the poets mind and questions ourselves even deeper to our human selves. Brilliant. 🙂
Glad you enjoyed it my friend.
Very much so. 🙂 You are a talent and have such a gifted mind. 🙂
An endless search, isn’t it.
Ongoing for sure.
wow absolutely beautiful
Thank You.
I love the idea of some thoughts landing, and other escaping. Very insightful poem, Paul.
Thanks Sarah.
Lovely. Wonderful layers and nuances to drift in – for a bit.
Glad you enjoyed it.
Ah, indeed you have described peace perfectly.
Thank You Mary
Wow! I’m not sure I have ever felt all that, but what a trip if I could! You make the path sound marvelous, even though you started with moth to flame (and I flashed on flies to flypaper). There is a well, and entering it is to find our place in the abundance, to confirm that one of us would never be enough. Peace.
Unless of course we are all one 😉
This whole poem is an inspiration. I especially feel “do you hear it’s delicious whisper
calling you to a deeper home?”
Yes, yes I do. Thank you.
Happy to offer some inspiration always. That you hear that whisper does not surprise me in the least.
“does it sing to / you of a peace that is unending and equally of no beginning?”…So love this Infinite peace. Where can it be found I wonder. May be in words?
Maybe. Maybe in the space between.
I love these questions and how you put the poet in the middle of the peace.. we should be there all of us.
Thanks Bjorn. I sadly missed the prompt but really thought it was a grerat one.
It is nice to feel the “silent poem of no words”. Maybe then we could write some aspect of it down.
One day Frank I will write that poem 😉
can you see it here frolicking and
weaving between the lines?
do you hear its delicious whisper
This is what one looks for in a poem. You rightly zeroed in on to it ,Paul!
Hank
Thanks Hank. Glad to hear the right parts fell through the cracks.
Silence does bring peace many times, more so than the static of life.
True Bekkie. Nice to see you.
Nice to be back.
Just wonderful. I am sitting here feeling at peace after reading it. 🙂
Good to hear.
Loving this place, this feeling you are describing here with your probing. Loving the idea of words, ideas, frolicking. Excellent response to the prompt.