Unable to stop the whirlings of the innards
reacting to this,
commenting about that,
overflowing with memories of past joys,
...
Silence behind the music
moving like the waves
alone we hear it
when free from the world
...
I got used to it
so that I liked
no one caring:
airs opened
...
A tired traveller came to a door, and upon it opening to her weary face, was asked 'Why do you move so much when there is a whole cosmos within? ' So, she walked through the door and entered into a new world, beginning a journey to observe the cloudy movements of her inner skies. Only when she was thoroughly lost, did she have the courage to call out, and it was then that she heard the echoes and her heart opened.)
An Empty Plate
Unable to stop the whirlings of the innards
reacting to this,
commenting about that,
overflowing with memories of past joys,
chewing on future fears,
comparing.
Unable to stop, to be.
The here and now disappearing
into volcanic expressions of nothingness.
Without warning,
as if in a flash -
an empty plate staring its epitaph:
Not Tasted, But Consumed.
Beautiful, sensitive poems! Poems describing the feelings we all have, we don't dare to feel or say... Julia is so brave to write down these feelings and makes us (me) feel less alone...
love to dip into the poems julia shares...shes the young womans voice in change and her moods and colors are easily accessed and interpreted.
Is this Julia Robinson from Arlington, VA?