When Time Stood Still

By skinner_jennifer

Wed, 27 Mar 2019
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We go to our secret place where

day and night have no meaning,

lock time away in a room of our

minds hide key for safe keeping,

 

relax in serenity of day where

nature's wonders were revealed,

soft humming of distant busy bees

left sleepy senses drunk with nectar.

 

After darkness consumes daylight,

moths they do take flight...what

care of minutes and hours have we

between explored delicate kisses?

 

Strip away the layers of repressed love,

let's recover what's lost of emotional youth

when earth baked – no dew could be found,

in those heady days when candles were lit,

 

we listened intently to Leonard Cohen...he

inter-weaved our closeness with his words,

your gentle kneading hands calmed turbulent

waves of skin, both gentle and pure energizing.

 

Then! Tired minds fragile like gossamer ache

from so much contemplating...like bees these

many industrious cells leading to library of

thoughts need to unwind in nocturnal silence.

 

 

 

27th March 2019.

Inspired by: sitting beside our garden blossom tree

and watching the bees busy humming away. Then

looking back on a period in 1976 when we weren't

afraid of physical touch and life was easy going,

time had no meaning.

 

 

Picture by pixabay free images.

Certificate PG
Poem
Poems
Spiritual
Nature
Love
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

The library of thought we amass over time can bring can bring confusion and we long for the simple days of our youth. This is so dreamy Jenny, we all need a place like this, if it only exists inside our head.

 

Submitted by celticman on

I guess we see differently when we get older, we look through the lens of yersterdays. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jane,

thanks for reading and I agree our brains do amass a hell of a lot over the years. I always used to wonder why my gran could remember her young life better than what she'd done the day before, now I'm in my middle sixties I can completely understand why.

Our blossom tree only came out fully yesterday and will probably only last a couple of days before the flowers fall. I suppose the bees have to make the most of the blooms in a small space of time.

Glad you found it dreamy, it certainly was for me writing it.

Thanks again.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

We do look through the lens of yesterdays Jack...well I do anyway. I think it's because life has slowed down so much now I'm older, that those days of yesterday shine through. I can smile at the past and like Frank Sinatra said:- I did It My Way. wink

Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

This brings to mind that the blossom and  bees' hum is relaxing, as is the tender comfort with each other, and sometimes from certain songs, but in the end we need the nocturnal silence and rest for the brain and the senses in sleep! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

It certainly was nice sitting in the garden yesterday listening to that humming of bees. I almost drifted off even though it was fresh, but I was well wrapped up. To be honest I prefer sitting in the sun at this time of year rather than in the heat of the Summer. 

You're right we do need the nocturnal silence of night time to recharge the batteries, but my brain seems to be working overtime at the moment and ideas keep coming which need to be written down. But that's okay really.

Thank you for stopping by to read and glad you liked.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

You are certainly on a great writing streak! There is so much warmth, a welcoming of life

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

The blossom is starting to fall already off our tree Di, but there's still loads of bees humming away and working hard to collect the pollen before it disappears. I'm glad you enjoyed reading this poem and many thanks for your shared thoughts.

Best wishes.

Jenny.