the return
time for speech is past
sacrificial lanterns glow,
tribute to old words
current guides homeward
stillness swallows sacred space
whispers become hushed
as yet not transformed,
weary spirit seeks refuge —
old ways of being
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(There’s a story behind this poem. It may not make sense out of context, but I fell in love with the picture…)
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I get this. So eloquent.
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“Suck at poetry”???? You are a master of this artform. You could publish a book of haiku tomorrow and I would buy it.
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Yes! Because I’m so GOOD at NOT rhyming and counting to seven! 😀 (I’m glad they speak to you, Lori. I always appreciate your encouragement. ❤ )
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I. Love. This. C. ❤️ That is all. ☺️
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Just out of idle curiosity, what do you think it is talking about…
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It brought to mind the end of LOTR…sailing off to the next part of a journey….
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Yes. I’m glad that came through…
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That’s lovely – quiet and gentle.
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Lovely! You see you can? 😉😘❤️
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I like this. 😀
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In spite of many old ways being harder, I find many of them more comfortable. New technology strains my brain! I was watching a girl texting today, and admiring how her fingers flew over those keys; I still like letter keys that are big enough to handle my finger tips. I’m sure she wouldn’t trade either.
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Oh I hear that! I use a stylus on my phone and tablet. What’s even worse is trying to change a person’s behaviors and habits… 😦
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