Becoming whole again
The dark moon throws a blanket
of
gloom covering my comprehension
and motionless I linger with a loss of
direction like a sloth hanging upside
down from a tree. Looking at the
world in novel ways, I contemplate.
The new moon reflects the birth
of light, this sight of a bright lining
ignites hope, which like seeds of
expectation grows on the fertile
ground of the mind. Ideas sprout
from the shadows and worm along
like the whispers of lovers meeting
in secret places where dreams
become the forethought and focus
of a path lined with wild flowers,
refusing to be domesticated, spreading
fragrance, which like a fountain of
moon dust sprinkles its wisdom to
and motionless I linger with a loss of
direction like a sloth hanging upside
down from a tree. Looking at the
world in novel ways, I contemplate.
The new moon reflects the birth
of light, this sight of a bright lining
ignites hope, which like seeds of
expectation grows on the fertile
ground of the mind. Ideas sprout
from the shadows and worm along
like the whispers of lovers meeting
in secret places where dreams
become the forethought and focus
of a path lined with wild flowers,
refusing to be domesticated, spreading
fragrance, which like a fountain of
moon dust sprinkles its wisdom to
heal the world, to become whole again
Hi Marja - the idea of being a sloth and looking at the world upside down is an interesting one! But with ideas sprouting and worming their way into my thoughts ... a fun world you've created for us ... heal the world and make it whole again ... cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteThis has a magical quality to it. I like the image of the sloth hanging from the tree.
ReplyDeleteThe sloth analogy works beautifully!
ReplyDeleteYou capture for me that instant of fertile motionlessness when I--like a sloth, like a seed, like a lover's whisper--feel the urge toward wholeness. Fine images!
ReplyDeletereally luv these lines
ReplyDelete"we linger with a loss of
direction like a sloth hanging
upside down from a tree. "
Happy Wednesday Marja
much love...
"this sight of a silver lining / ignites hope"...the path to fruition, so full of possibility. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteOhh I love this especially; "like the whispers of lovers meeting in secret places where dreams become the forethought and focus of a path lined with wild flowers".. Beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteHi Marja, I too love the idea of the sloth. A super write.
ReplyDeleteLike the final stanza and refusing to be domesticated.
ReplyDeleteThis was magical and deep for me. I love it!
ReplyDeleteI love sloths! In spite of the non-optimistic beginning, this poem has much hope in it.
ReplyDeleteHow I love this poem........especially the moon dust, to make our world whole again. If only. A beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the long sentences – and the sentiments.
ReplyDeleteignites hope, which like seeds of
ReplyDeleteexpectation grows on the fertile
ground of the mind.
Love the idea that one can fall back on hope for many a time!
Hank
Magical! There's something deep and beautiful in your whole piece, and I especially love this line "...refusing to be domesticated,"
ReplyDeleteBrilliant write, Marja!
Each of your poems is better than the last. I like it very much.
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful imagery here. I hope those wild flowers really do sprinkle wisdom. Lovely writing!
ReplyDeleteLove the sloth image, and "the fertile ground of the mind." Beautiful, Marja!
ReplyDeleteLovely, Marja. Such optimism. We do need that hope to be ignited & the world to be healed.
ReplyDeleteI like the concept of the dark, new moon being a symbol of hope rather than despair, Marja. And yes, I liked the image of the sloth also!
ReplyDeleteFor one day I could be a sloth. Why not? Sometimes I think the world is upside down right now.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry for being late with comment. Greetings from Poland.