Temporarily,
I devorce myself from complexities.
I fall into the embrace of the breeze
and I put myself under the spells of the sun.
There is no special purpose
there's only an opportunity.
Far from material mortality
free to a redefined reality.
Seconds pass,
my mind drifts to a higher place.
My soul is lost in a sensual blend
and my spirit gathers the senses in to a seemingly singular flow.
Lost within
the smells, sounds and sights.
I become a part of nature's party
I'm a free flowing and fluttering butterfly.
A monumental moment
a picture that will never falter.
The naked eye can't compreheend
a fragile hand can't understand.
The anonymously constructed abstract creations
ignite my eager imagination.
I lay in limitless skies
and bask in spiritual bliss.
Author notes
Sitting outside, writing things down and trying to capture a moment in time and transform it into art. What do you think, it's a bit different. Not your conventional poem.
Thanks for reading,
BC.
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Definitely more spritual then what you would normally write... for some reason I picture you sitting on that swing in the back yard in just complete silence... only sounds is maybe a bird chirp and a car screech from a distance... it's just you and nature. I think that you've captured your moment in time quite flawlessly! Well Done BC! As always a very well written and beautiful write.
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I like this it has a kind of phylosophy flow freewite searching for answers an insightful write dear poet
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