“Light Among Branches” — C.Birde, 11/16
Awash in moonlight,
cupping hands and
tipping head to
drink
night-filtered threads;
Impatient,
awaiting
quicksilver particles to
penetrate
a wanting core,
I made my wish –
Mind, to broaden,
Heart, to soften,
Hand and
Tongue, to gentle,
Soul, to deepen.
I made my wish
for one
and
All.
— C.Birde, 11/16
the photograph is lovely and so interesting, with the interplay of light and shadow on the branches. the poem complements the photo. the wish — a balm for these fevered times — is beautiful and beautifully stated
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I keep wishing, Sanberdooboy…I fear my wishes evaporate upon the atmosphere…
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This is a beautiful piece of poetry.
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Thank you, Chris — sometimes, it seems beauty arrives when feeling raw… 🙂
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