The Journey to End all Journeys (Poetry Monthly)

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Mon, 23 Nov 2015
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With which of us would you bide,
until today; we who bore you here,
sweet child – turn, on turn?  Only now,
the transient tide would claim you
as its own. 
 
So then, drift…carry high
with the wind, if you will. Float...float...
 
fly on the shamal – shifts these swirling,
drifting sands – stole you away. Blow,
blow...billowing; a spirit – shining,
silver shimmering.
 
In which ocean will the wind set you free –
let you breathe again. Shall you know?
Or shall you breathe a rarer air – meld
as one with this constant, ongoing explosion;
 
to live to die, and be reborn as an ear of wheat,
a squirrel – its tail a mellow flame, a  bird of paradise? 
 
Yet, for a while at least, to be part of this mighty,
mystic sea, with secrets told… so deep,
eternally yours, for the keeping, they shall be,
and forever ours, for the seeking.
Certificate 12
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Silver Spun Sand Poems
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

What a wonderful flow of sound and rhyme. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Delighted you thought so, Bee.  Thank you, so much, for taking time out to tell mesmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

 

Your hauntingly beautiful words are striking in this poem Tina. If souls could be observed, then this is how I would see them. Just reading I was carried away on the flow of your writing.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, Jenny.  Your words are beautiful, too.

Tina

 

Submitted by Ladylily on

Good alliteration, lovely  Spiritual  thread.

mighty mistic sea. .. the Universe it's self.

Lovely  poem.

LadyLily

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Ladylily (such a lovely name, by the way), so very pleased you enjoyed, and noticed the little embellishments so important to the overall impact of a poem.  Many thanks to you.

Tina

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Glad you think so, Nathan.  Indebted to yousmiley

Tina