Invention

Fay Slimm.

 

Invention.


Soaked in deep mystery,
conceived through life's troublesome times
and invitingly caught inside breath stands a
vision of Paradise lost, ready to be regained
because intuition insists.

Breed ageless perception
by conjuring cotton-wool clouds whose drip
never ceases to feed minds with discernment
inside and out and births creation of deeper
aliveness in conceived connection.

Wild dreams become tamed
when flowers of insight leaf and blossom 
without wilt if allowed and their freshness 
will not be severed if fired round chained   
pleasure sparked invention contains.

As a white whispering dove
stays quiet until high-flight then singing 
finds new selfhood inside so pure willed
freedom thrills human intent for liberty  
pierces those reaching for love. 

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Comments4

  • Bella Shepard

    Freedom to live, to grow, to think, to dream, to imagine, all rolled up in this beautiful poem. What are we not capable of when we let go of our percieved limitations. This is just beautiful dear Fay!

    • Fay Slimm.

      Your kind comment summed up the message in my little verse so well dear Bella - thank yous galore for the visit and comment.

    • MendedFences27

      Sounds like the birth of an idea. Enjoyed your second line of stanza 3, along with phrases like,
      "white whispering dove" and "human intent for liberty."
      "Love" may not be a novel idea but it seems much more difficult to find these days. - Phil A.

      • Fay Slimm.

        Agreed totally Phil - love has become a misused word and yet it can be overwhelming if felt - your comment is as always much appreciated my friend..

      • Neville


        Milton would be proud of you Fay and I sure aint talking about Milton Keens neither ..... x

        • Fay Slimm.

          Ooooooh - - Blushingly breathless I smile my thank you for your kind honour Sir N. .................x

        • Goldfinch60

          That love can be reached Fay, I have reached it.

          Andy

          • Fay Slimm.

            I am so pleased to read your lovely comment on my small tribute to love dear Andy.



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