A frozen pen,
A vacant page,
Beseeching bona fide expression.
In shrouded stillness
The sacred heart
Fluent in loving awareness,
Muted in self imposed exile,
Craving what it rejects,
Cries in muffled longings.
Torrent Caribbean winds
Sweep me away
On the crest of a silver moon.
Distant voices in cadences long and slow,
Reverberating on and on,
In harmony with bliss.
An opus of understanding
Beating to passions deep
Just beyond my grasp…I listen.
Whispered promises
Of what can be,
That which knows no boundaries?
In resolution I reach out and swear
To find
My way back to love.
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2008
Author notes
Found the seeds of this poem in my “poetry in progress” file from my Cayman days, another life it feels like now. As often happens when we try to reconnect with a muse from the past it can never rival our initial experience, or at the very least our memory of that. In any event I took what I did remember and built on that, as well as my current perceptions of my life and the lives of others that swirl about me.
There is an expression that states: “how I do anything is how I do everything”. It occurs to me that ultimately the only real change we can manifest in our lives is by how we choose our perceptions and thus, the ensuing consequences of our subsequent actions. So how we choose love in our lives is a good indicator of how we make other life choices. And when we find ourselves adrift in a sea of loneliness love will be our compass that leads us back to land.
I dedicate this to family and loved ones who have enriched my life so; converging and diverging relationships, it’s all good. The vow I make to myself is that regardless of how many times I may drift I will always find my way back to love, and that’s my promise.
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This is a beautiful poem and a wonderful promise. Your family and friends are so enriched by this...
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To become adrift at sea to be called back upon the land we know is our comfort zone. When one muse is lost or has a longing to write from our past experiences it brings us into harmony once again. Lovely write ~Sie
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I like it
It made me think of when I write and the first thing I notice is an empty screen. I tend to write better on the computer than on paper. However, I did like this. -
i really like the first verse...its a wonderful eye catching way to start this beautiful peice... its well written and has many wonderful images... thank you
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I could really relate to the first stanza. How many times have I stared at the blank page, feeling words and images roiling within my brain, and not knowing how or where to begin. The overall effect of this is sublime and lovely. I enjoyed it very much.
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Such a deep meaningful piece here, your inner thoughts and feelings captured brilliantly.
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beautiful. i enjoyed reading this piece. thanks for sharing
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Here is an effective source for a Muse who never leaves us waning or wanting. I've been watching it since July 2004. This is a beautiful penning, Poet. If only everyone could find their way back to love. Wanda
Duir Waigh Gallery ~ "Knock on the Duir" trailer
www.duirwaighgallery.com/inspiration_trailer.htm
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Excellent
This is absolutely beautiful Henri. I love the way
you explain what you're feeling when you write.
That in itself is unique and rewarding to read.
Excellent write Henri.. welcome back to the writing
world my friend.
Red
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Great Job!! I truly enjoyed reading it
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this is really good
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i liked this poem a lot
"Torrent Caribbean winds
Sweep me away
On the crest of a silver moon."
this part is my favorite i love the way the words flow and make me think about how you mean them
great job
♥ashley♥
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Evidently not shrouded because it is alive with wonder. Shrouds clothe the dead and your pen most certainly is not dead ... I'm so happy I discovered you. My own writing seems so trite and meaningless. Perhaps this will give me impetus to improve.
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gorgeous imagery in this. i grabbed a lot of things out of this that i cant really put into words. it is a beautifully expressed piece
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I still recall the first time I read you ...
I cherished the refined tone and the sincerity of your words. In this poem, once again, the transparency spoke to me, and the yearning to belong within purpose, love and truth, set the frozen pen in motion ...
Welcome back, Henri! It is good to read your gentle pen, again.
Blessed be.
Myra
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this is at once beautiful and profound. i recognise well the state you are describing and i love this 'truth' that you talk about, of love as your compass back to land. it's something i explored a lot and am still exploring over the past two years because this kind of love is an openness of spirit, a lightness of touch, non-grasping, devoid of expectations as to what it 'should' be and utterly selfless. the way you describe it, as that which knows no boundaries is so perfect. and craving what it rejects also, how the mind does this and shuts us down in so many ways to the possibilities of love is really interesting, i refer here to the subtleties of mind involved. i am not making myself clear i fear but essentially i really enjoyed this poem. thanks
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Excellent!
I could feel your passion and pain
in this exquisitely written piece.
The journey although fraught with
struggle triumphs in reflection and
search of that way that leads back to love
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