while under the vast sky
the insignificant me
gave a sigh
a sigh of sadness
a sigh of being stagnant
it was all
but not a sigh of relief
wonder when shall problems end
wonder when shall tides reside
wonder when shall storms pass
wonder when shall winter pass
Will the flowers bloom
all thoughts dwell
without any action
cause peace unfound
the mind astray
looking at the vast sky
the heart sighed
who knew
invisible hands were working beside
the stagnant me
felt a plunge
silent cheers emerge
the push, the mind needed
those silent cheers came along
somewhere under the vast sky
I existed
along with burdens unknown
but thanks to hands of invisible unknown
they held me behind
telling me stories of life
weaving poetries of all kind
teaching me to stand up all time
thanks to invisible hands
I say
they lent their shoulders on way
teaching me life lessons on way
showing the daring nature beside
showing the heaps of strength inside
chaos still remain
yet again
I find peace in their lullabies
under the vast sky
I am not alone
with unknown burden of mine
thanks to invisible hands beside
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Confronted with the vastness of creation, the sky, ocean or mountainscape we become aware of our tiny insignificance in the wonder of it all. Our worries and frustrations become a speck of no meaning as we spritually harmonise with our surroundings and an inner strength is refreshed.
That's what i got from reading your words today. A theme i have tried to put into words on several occasions and posted on here. I really like the way you've handled this today though and i shall keep it and reflect upon it. So it goes into my favourites.
Thank you so much dear Dusk
I am a fan of your poetry
Your words are always so refined and such deep insights they are laced with
If jewels are your words then your an exotic jeweller
Keen and so profound
Your poetry are those silent cheers for me
That's high praise indeed and I thank you most sincerely. Being on MPS has helped me a great deal to become more discerning. I have learned so much from reading other peoples poetry on here and asking myself "could I write like that" and "that's a really interesting angle to view that subject from, can i see from a similar angle?". I'm still reading, still learning, still challenging myself but as always, still getting into the "feel" of my subject.
So true dear Dusk
Life is a never ending learning progress
It’s not a destination rather it’s a journey
Where we walk, run and tread
Sometimes alone but fortunate if we have good company
this is not just a poem, this is a canvass both shaded & coloured yet hungry to have the fine detail filled in .. superbly crafted and one to both reflect and meditate upon .. N x
Thank you so much dear Neville
Your comments made my day and my poetry priceless
I feel privileged to have such a great community herein I am associated with
You guys are invisible hands for me
Could be good if it had any structure, rhyming, or punctuation.
Ummm
Sorry
I shall try myself to refine myself for
Thanks for stopping by and advising me
Your words shall be a great guide for me
I really like this … ) nicely expressed , good choice of words 🙂 there is a sense of comfort in the words you write
Thank you so much Rose
I am happy that these spills of mine bring respite to you
You and your poetry are siley cheers and invisible hands for me
Good write S.
Thank you so much Orchi
Your a soul who really makes efforts
It’s working now
I can read your comment
Thanks S.
Those invisible hands can lift you into such wonderful places spilleronsheet and giving us words like these are bound to take you into those places.
Andy
Thank you so much Andy your appreciation lifted me though
Thanks a lot
The state of being alone, or being lonely. I sometimes think, humans have forgotten the earth they live in. We take it for granted she'll look after us, and she only asks the same back, even if you're only a little cog she still appreciates you.
That’s true Paul
In fact that’s a different insight altogether
We think life is like a magnet
A pair of action and reaction
But it’s not like that
Dear Spiller, Oops !! I missed seeing this poetry of yours...
Invisible Hands take the Visible Load..
And of course you are not Alone Behold !!
Just wonder, how wearisome the world would have been. You really add the pinch of color to the world !! Amazing as usual. !!!
Dear Vamsi
Wonder if it’s greed inside
Am I greedy to hear you?
I feel eager to hear you
How wonderful your comment is
Adorning in poetic lines
Like a crown it wears on invisible hands behind
Your one of the silent cheers that gives me a push to embrace the worst and smile
Silently work in progress in dream of mine
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