Emotions leave evaporating trails,
Thoughts… cloud around,
And just as suddenly, disappear!
Warm nothings, form today.
Its nice and quiet,
No doomsday, on the horizon,
Nor the day of deliverance, quite my way!
But for whispered questions, that trail.
I’ve shed thick-skin, sometime ago,
Soft new skin holds me together now,
Lovely yes, but more vulnerable too!
Abrasiveness cuts deep, without that thick-skinned cloak.
Turned inside out,
I feel the breeze move through me,
Rain, cleanse my being,
Warm sunshine, carries me far above.
My sheer cloak,
Doesn’t shield anything,
From eyes that can see,
My reality!
I enjoyed reading this piece about spiritual cleansing, well written thanks, 10 Lynda xx
......... there is no effect without a cause....! ! ! ! ! some eyes are blind.. some blinds can see....
Inside out and upside down, quite a day your having... Andrew 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the move from the soft evaporating images of emotion and thought in the first part to the vulnerability of the second: and especially the assonance of that last stanza connecting the sheer clock to what it doesn’t shield…see…reality. Beauitful!