the wind blows
thoughts that twist and twirl;
emptiness becomes feeling, lost
alike the leaves
that toss and turn
and settle, scattered -
the soul seeks peace
lost within self, a seed gathers
far from its bloom
an understanding, nestled
in the arms of knowing
even winds of destruction
provide hope
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Yes I do agree with you my friend..very mature outlook you have crafted to understand the defination of this life..wonderful task you did my friend..well done...
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Lovely Words
Good morning Frans, You always write such beautiful poetry to fill the reader's senses. It feels as soft as the wind you write about.
Yes we can find hope even in the smallest seed. We just need look with open eyes and have faith. What a lovely poem to read this Sunday morning. I do hope all has been well with you. Bless you and your family.
Take care,
Sandy
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Wow!
This is heart penetrating & profound! I love the metaphor & the mental images your words present. Winds ~ thoughts, leaves ~ peace, seed ~ bloom....
And this beautiful line:
an understanding, nestled
in the arms of knowing
followed by your ending:
even winds of destruction
provide hope
This write resonates deeply within me because of personal experience! Bravo Frans....another fantastic write!
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In California we were plagued by forest fires this summer (and that is not an unusual event) and while the devastation is vast it is part of nature's plan of renewal. Sometimes the debris must be eliminated so that fresh seeds can germinate. There is a wonderful symmetry to the grand design and you have captured its hopeful elements in this poem. Peace, Liz
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Hope is everywhere if you seek it that way, only shadows prevent us from seeing it
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You're
always right! Thanks for the comment. Have not been able to write for lack of time. Frans
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