"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
Eckhart Tolle

Thursday, March 17, 2011

From the Dark to the Light poets united thursday think tank #40-hope

Leaving city lights behind that line a sky like jewels,
shining in their settings … bright, blinding, suspended.
Buildings look like matchboxes
ready to ignite from lingering heat.
Pressure builds up in the body, like a vacuum
searching the brain for leftover debris
to be tossed away.
Forward motion to escape oppression
that runs through the body like a disease,
eating at the core.
A million hungry ants carrying parts
to unknown areas, never to be found.
Traveling for hours with a sun that burns,
throwing its phosphorous captured by the rain
and doused outside a window as you watch.
Changing landscapes,
entering into green valleys that puff to meet
clouds and push them back in place.
Life is calm and wraps its softness around
like a gentle hand guiding you
to a new destination with some hope.

11 comments:

  1. Pamela,

    Words which could so readily apply, to so many instances in the world right now. In fact a new reasons every day, sadly.
    However, when that taste of freedom is attained, or can be sensed, then hope is the gift.

    Best wishes, Eileen

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  2. Wonderful poem....Yes...
    "Life is calm and wraps its softness around
    like a gentle hand guiding you
    to a new destination with some hope."

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  3. I love the line, "Life is calm and wraps its softness around like a gentle hand guiding you
    to a new destination with some hope" so beautiful~ GREAT JOB!

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  4. Beautiful, Pamela. I love how the poem flows from the city, then travels, the sky expanding, landscapes changing, and the peace of the "new destination" with some hope. Wonderful.

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  5. Beautiful poem, Pamela. I especially like:

    Life is calm and wraps its softness around
    like a gentle hand guiding you
    to a new destination with some hope.

    May it be so!

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  6. Beautiful, Pamela. I especially like the green valleys puffing up to the clouds and the city left behind with its match-box buildings.

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  7. Lovely, Pamela. :-)

    'Life is calm and wraps its softness around...' :-)

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  8. Incredibly beautifully descriptive poem. I was sucked into seeing it all, feeling it all. Wonderful. Thank you.

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  9. Thanks to everyone for the comments, it is my belief that there is always hope, as long as, believe it to be so.

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