Sometimes,
I give presents to my soul,
'Look,' I say,
'See that!'
And I fancy that my soul
swells just a little
and its colours swirl and flash
'Listen,' I say
'Hear that!'
And my soul becomes pensive and quiet,
Richer and deeper
'Ah', I say,
'Smell that!'
And my soul is caught in the webs of memory,
And Beauty is breath
'Oo', I say,
'Feel that!'
And my soul broods over another texture
The Braille of the Spirit
'Mm,' I say,
'Taste that!'
And my soul enjoys the intimacy of the tongue,
devouring, and being devoured by the kisses
I exchange with the world
My soul needs these gifts
To grow
It needs to feed upon the world
And perform that ancient alchemy
that brings Beauty from the Chaos
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Author:
jeffburton1 (
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- Published: August 20th, 2024 18:56
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Comments1
A sense of being a permanent part of the universe is brought out by this poem
Thank you for reading. And yes, I think we recognise that all around us there is beauty waiting to be discovered.
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