Okay, we shall not look into meanings:
we shall sketch our feelings
and see how blue turns to green or gray.
We will play.
Yes. Let us play with what we feel.
Today I feel this gray day.
It is not a monster, nor is it a marvel.
It is a day without sun.
Sun cannot define what this day is.
It is defined by the gray of see.
In my soul I feel mild music.
It is a sound not heard.
As is this day: a day without seen sun.
Sung as such, this day becomes music.
It becomes a musical not heard, but seen.
Whenever I see what I do not hear
and I hear that what I cannot see,
then I am creator divine.
For inside me an entire universe
waits, wordless,to be found.
I turn the deafness of me to the ground.
I level me with the earth and sigh.
Earth answers me in wet of dew on my cheek.
When the answer of earth becomes touch,
then the sound not heard is much
more
than sound heard or visible in clutch.
I begin to see.
My eyes close in its sight.
Outside a day, sunless and gray
and inside,
a heart alight.
Now, should you really want to hear
that which you cannot touch
and that which becomes too much to hold
in sculpt of ear,
or hollow and fold
where eyes should have angle in perspective,
then you should turn blind and deaf
instantaneously
and mute the lips
into a mouthy kiss, unheard, unseen.
There now, Soul.
Hush to such a melody.
It is not sung.
You did not hear the plaintiveness
of its persistence.
It is all
nothing
and nothing
at all.
Author notes
Prompt:
“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”
-Howard Thurman
I am alive. Every moment of every day I turn my palms up to accept Love -- no matter how dark this day. I hope you enjoy my pulsing heart.
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A wonderful description of the soul having its way. I once experienced some time in a floating relaxation chamber. No sound, no light, and your mind gets very creative indeed. This was wonderful and reminded me of that moment. I wish you the very best in the contest.
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Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub.
I would send you amber glasses that turn even a grey day to sunny. We work in them to keep chips out of the eye. I find they brighten the moooood quite a bit. You teach me such good things. I have to do quite a bit of creating myself, these days... -
I really love the quote as your promt, and I love what you did with it.
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I am with you
life is so much deeper the we have thought it to be
joy and love don't leave we do
lovely such wonderful write
soulful and colorful
God bless you Poetess
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your prompt is such a lovely thought.
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We see only within the spectrum of visible light, yet with sound things are quite different; a combination of frequencies outside the human range of hearing can still be processed by the brain and take it into states that allow us to escape from dimensions trapping us when such pulses are not induced. We do not need this conditioned reality that has been abusing mankind for thousands of centuries - it is a huge fake. Thank you for creating and sharing. I wish you good luck in the contest. Ack.
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"In my soul I feel mild music.
It is a sound not heard.
As is this day: a day without seen sun"-- these lines alone are so layered with reflections of truth. How mutable are our ways to His immutable essence!
Loved this one. I can sing it. Pulses with divine rhythm.
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sorry heartfelt I ment to put lol
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what a beautiful moving poem, extreamly heartful, thank you for sharing x
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i like this
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Wonderful, inspiring words to the prompt...to sacrifice ourselves to the good of this broken world...very thought provoking. Blessings.
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A poem that speaks eloquently to the divine spark in all of us, that mystical and spiritual nucleus where sound is colour and sight is touch - a realm where anything is possible.
In admiration,
Bill
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Well said
I see your feelings
Reeling within the words you chose
You have opened a door once closed
on what Buddha would have said
If Buddha had ever said anything at all.
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a good piece, the colours wind around the mind as emotions slip into the dance. skies of gray, perhaps just for today. the sight of music, i like that, how is sound brought to sight, inside a dream maybe. and the universe skips to the beat, of nothing, something, anything.
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Deep poetry here dear poet and one that resonates within as i read. The quote is one that made me sit and ponder over it before i wrote for it. I wonder if we ever truly live our lives to the full potential? It's a worthy statement C
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