The invisible hands

spilleronsheet

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 

 

  • Author: spilleronsheet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 19th, 2021 06:53
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Comments8

  • dusk arising

    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.

    • spilleronsheet

      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

      • dusk arising

        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.

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      • Neville


        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

        • spilleronsheet

          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

        • Sharkylang

          Could be good if it had any structure, rhyming, or punctuation.

          • spilleronsheet

            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

          • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

            I really like this … ) nicely expressed , good choice of words đŸ™‚ there is a sense of comfort in the words you write

            • spilleronsheet

              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

            • orchidee

              Good write S.

              • spilleronsheet

                Thank you so much Orchi
                Your a soul who really makes efforts
                It’s working now
                I can read your comment

                • orchidee

                  Thanks S.

                • Goldfinch60

                  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

                  • spilleronsheet

                    Thank you so much Andy your appreciation lifted me though
                    Thanks a lot

                  • Paul Bell

                    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.

                    • spilleronsheet

                      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

                    • Vamsi Sudha

                      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. !!!

                      • spilleronsheet

                        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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