Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Today...



Tonight before i allow my sleeping
i will stumble over words of love
of a day filled with tears and magic
and angels in service from above

i spent some time in a quiet cafe
and yet there was music playing all around
songs from one broken heart of trials
to age who spoke mostly without sound

and i watched as youths tears fell silently
from wounds that were bleeding and raw
and saw age sweet and soothing like salve
wash over pain, as waves to the shore

then as the day reached into the eternity
touching everything that needed to heal
with a sacredness that once belonged to the other-worlde
sheltering those in need of a meal

i thought about how the moon lights up my snowdrops
even as the darkness swallows up the torn
and that my heart is merely a dreaming
still awaiting my time to be born

<3

8 comments:

Caio Fern said...

Hi Nolly !!
i liked the way you "describe " this prosses ... very touching !

nollyposh said...

Thankyou CF x

steven said...

hello nollyposh, my daughter asked me today if i pray. so i told her that i wish for the world and all the little pieces of it that i know, to be healed and whole again, for the people i know to bring as much goodness to their time as is possible for them and for the people i know to receive as much goodness as is possible. i told her i wish this each morning and each night. your poem was for me a synchronous recognition of the reality of suffering and pain and goodness and light. thanks for sharing this here. have a peaceful day. steven

Michelle said...

Very cool....

nollyposh said...

And such a beautiful prayer too Steven... i'm so glad my day's wings spread further than just my little worlde X:-)

Michelle x

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kj said...

aw,, nolly, this made me very sad and very hopeful at the same time. this reads like a funeral. deep real emotion, a treat to read a poem of yours

xo

nollyposh said...

Thankyou kj... i just couldn't go to bed until i'd written that, sometimes i think if i didn't have my blog that i would just die from the exquisiteness of some days ...and even then some moments have such a fragile beauty about them that they seem like ancient decaying cloth ...and there are just no words to describe that x