sophiasummer Poetry (237)

In silence I drew my pencil
I engaged

I saw for what this was
then
my eyes did seek and there
a spacious paragraph

blinded
I had no reprieve

explosion
well noted

a drawn hesitation within colliding
the stems thirsting

a flower freshly painted

the same wondrous colorful beauty
as time wraps its sweet scent

is this still me?

of that is grown forth from me
I saw and touched all the seasons

the color of life

I so wanted to caress all that was unique
bath with you in the radiance of of warm waters

I knew the sudden brightness

no forgiveness for the darkenss
as that is what drew such beauty, upon itself

I have not waited for you
as I have never known you

"So whom ever you are"

I'm also that to you

as my fingers write away
I know not what I will write
they are just from my space
you may watch me drift away
you may see me here

there is no boundries with words
they creep up
words?
they lay their letters before you
it is placed
it sealed

for whom chooses to read
and for whom chooses to expell
funny place to be
and yet
solice steers its weary head

we write within and without
the gifts of sensing
there is no return
once "send" is pushed

Did I just push "Send"?

our first kiss of the morning
fell so silently upon my lips
I reach for you in passion
you were there

too love what you see and feel
to have that back
is an enrapture of warming bliss

of all the silent footsteps
i have gathered in my sight
they follow so closely
I shall learn and hold so tight

to turn and look at the wake,
so dear it holds beneath

at times of shear madness
and many spheres of gladness
i row this boat behind me
not knowing where I go

shall i hand you an oar
shall i tell you how to row
or shall you
take me where we I should go

coffee for two
Driving in anticipation,
i had to rest my heart at times
finally


there he is

those eyes, smiles and laughter
the stillness of looking into each other eyes
can I swim within them
its taken so long

this is me
you are you

wrap my passion and hold it dearly
all night
i shall handle the days when you are not in sight

music interlude?

under the stars
I lay looking through the darkness
seeing to the stars beyond
rapture engulfs me

swallowing me

so sadly, I bow my head
and turn you off

"Its been along time coming"

The march was a happening thing,
word got out
they walked, they rode, they drove
they just had to get there

such a long time ago

Got to speak out, one said,
if you dare to come

and they walked up country
unaware to the world

Changed the world, it did!
they gathered, they finally could unite

walls set in place, within an aching world of youth
they had to come down,
stripping that era of its comforting shell

Its been a long road
and what better way,

"Hang on a minute, I have my own opinion,I shall voice"

and they descended
Reflecting on the times
should thoughts be amended?

"Something is wrong"
So they marched

The music played
"for three days man"!

The world was in need of this happening

from the thought that was ignited
to challenging the anguish
to what carried forth from it

what was internally born
that it would indeed, in many ways, show the world

change

Without War

We as one can live with the present or change it

QUOTE
"And the kids were wonderful,
this thing was too big , too big for the world" Sydney


Sophia; born 1960-still learning
As much as we journey, we must "know" we are on a journey, it makes things much more clearer.

I jumped onto a cloud
took me so far away

"Shall we play"
that is what comforts me?
that music of closeness,
that music of distance

such,
as a melody of differences
such is life...

Music, as poetry,
shall lay within the poor
It shall always be the hope and the sense of "being" for many more

Sincerity and Gratefulness

will always

rise to enrichment


SS

She sat on the edge of the teacup

watching mystified
spiraling liquid swirls of tea
slowly resting to a stillness of silence

She whispered with sadness unto herself

"I love the taste of tea, however......

I cannot swim within thee"

he ran his hand across the ancient wood
closed his eyes and opened his mind and heart
"What lays within?" he thought
feelings of deep strength and beauty, kindness, surrounded his air

as he chiseled to create the precious first carved line
a new life of expression was born
"yes" he thought, "I shall create now, what is within"

feeling the gracefully carved lines, after every one is delicately carved
all with meaning, a thread of love,passion, happiness
"with passion and aroha I shall pour" he thought

when he finished his master piece of pure beauty
he smiled and tenderly sat back to admire
"oh yes! one can still love and express, when my love is so afar"
He thought

He closed his eyes
smiled
and
thought

"For you my beautiful friend"

Sophiasummer

Curiosity, shall reign
but familiarity shall never wane

To flow inside mine heart and see
the spectre shine, its just me

Curiosity, seeps through my veins
Is there one who rules?, or one who tames?

Or one who shares the delight fullness, of all that is around,
and walked through life, and learn't, that this may be the first steps on firm ground.

Curious? Take a risk? panic? walk away?
disappear? or just go out to play?

I wonder what he will do?
I wish happiness for you......

SS