Candlewitch

Fragile Connections


Fragile Connections
by: Cat

Moon, Stars, and planets awaken to the night
Patiently their light's awaited...
The watcher in me rewarded
By this heavenly display beyond
The sight of soft tingling fire in the skies
Meanwhile, back on Earth...

~*~

His truth was night lights in the harbor moorings
The mind's picture of a moment standing
Though the sea casts a glistening
Glimpse of desire to ebb tide
Light chimes on boats coming and going
where mirror blades hide in high tide
While safe on shore...

~*~

Steady amidst the licking flames
Of the flickering campfire
Embers in a bed of hot glowing coals
There's a time to tally the score
To rally and circle the wagons
Stir and replenish the fire once more

Comments8

  • Louis Gibbs

    As your last stanza describes, taking time to reflect, "Stir and replenish the fire once more", is critical to the soul. A fine offering, Candlewitch!

    • Candlewitch

      dear Louis,

      I have found that reflection (and meditation are) a most valuable part of life 🙂 thank you for reading and commenting! you are always a welcome visitor 🙂

      *hugs, Cat

    • onepauly

      tell your cat I said hi. o.k? ha! ha! good poem.

      • Candlewitch

        hi pauly! I'll tell him when he is done snoozin' LOL!

        *hugs, Cat

      • orchidee

        A fine write C.

        • Candlewitch

          thank you, O.

          *hugs, Cat

        • Fay Slimm.

          Depth increases with the continued read of this need to reflect and replenish - - inspiring poem Cat

          • Candlewitch

            thank you, Fay,

            I had hoped that it would inspire 🙂

            *hugs, Cat

          • Michael Edwards

            Time to tally the score - brilliant write. I was at a Japanese meditation garden yesterday - absolute magic - pure peace - pure bliss - your poem puts me in mind of it.

            • Candlewitch

              dear Michael,

              that sounds wonderful! I hope that you found replenishment there.

              *hugs, Cat

            • Heather T

              "His truth was night lights in the harbor moorings"
              Girl...!!! This is gorgeous beyond imagination. Beautifully done.

              • Candlewitch

                thank you Heather,

                what a lovely thing to say...I love being quoted!

                *hugs, Cat

              • valene

                Hey lady, you just keep on coming with these wonderfully composed pieces of poetry! Your opening I find easy to relate to cos of the many nights I'm mesmerized by the night sky. I love your line, 'meanwhile, back on earth...' it's the perfect lead into the 2nd verse. And ah yes, the idea of a campfire, i used to love sitting and watching the flames....and of course making s'mores...LOL!!! Sounds like you even have a bit of the western spirit in you as well....loved the read!

                OX, val

                • Candlewitch

                  dearest val,

                  I'm so glad that you could relate to this piece in three acts! I'm in love with the night sky, too. and the ocean has my heart and soul. I used to pack up my motorcycle and go with a group (West Bank Motorcycle Club) on week end camp out trips. no one shared my tent with me...though many tried. then I met Steve!

                  *hugs, Cat

                  • valene

                    I'm so envious you had a cycle! I told you I loved being the rider but never had the courage to drive one. I couldn't even handle the scooter i bought my ex....LOL!!!
                    Sounds like you had some nice, peaceful times and smart you kept the tent to yourself....till Steve!
                    you never cease to amaze, my friend 🙂
                    OX

                  • 2 more comments

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Like a phoenix these words rise into the beauty that is written. Thank you Cat.

                    • Candlewitch

                      dear Goldfinch, you are very welcome!

                      *hugs, Cat



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