Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

A breath of love
























You are wisdom - she whispered to the bird.
He not understanding a single word -
blinked his eyes and turned his head.
Feeling the warmth of her breath meant love.

16 comments:

  1. Lovely! Wish the last two lines had rhymes too :) I do love me rhymes!

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    1. Just for you - an alternate ending:

      You are wisdom - she whispered to the bird.
      He not understanding a single word -
      blinked his eyes and looked above.
      Feeling the warmth of her breath meant love.

      Alrighty then...

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    2. There you go! That one goes to the publishers :) It will sell in millions!

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    3. Promises, promises!! You market it - send me a check!

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  2. Lovely! No need to rhyme in this day and age.

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  3. I'm the same about rhymes I'm afraid. However, I did love the poem and especially the picture.

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    1. Ironically I'm not a poet. Something comes to mind, and I write the thought down the way it is presented. There are times I can force a rhyme and hope it comes out right; mostly I play.

      I'm very glad you enjoyed this post - thank you for visiting me.

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    1. Mr. Shadow - from you that is a huge compliment! Thank you very much.

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