Prompt Poets United:
When I think about myself
Who am I
When I think about myself
I think of a quiet observer,
blending in a flowerbed of daisies
At times I drag through life
pulled down by life's gravity
plagued by weltschmertz
I think of a quiet observer,
blending in a flowerbed of daisies
At times I drag through life
pulled down by life's gravity
plagued by weltschmertz
In my earth bound dwelling
my shutters detach me often
from me, from my soul
this part of a timeless whole,
guided by whispers of the wind
protected by the wings it carries.
When the shutters open........
my shutters detach me often
from me, from my soul
this part of a timeless whole,
guided by whispers of the wind
protected by the wings it carries.
When the shutters open........
I feel the aliveness of crystal cold
water, oozing through my fingers
I feel fabulous as I float like
driftwood, with my cheek turned
to the sun, caressed with kisses.
water, oozing through my fingers
I feel fabulous as I float like
driftwood, with my cheek turned
to the sun, caressed with kisses.
I form a sacred bond with a friend
we pierce a hole in the night
to fill
it with our wishes, our pain,
our pleasures, our dreams.
our pleasures, our dreams.
We peel the petals of our heart,
to unwrap the tender parts.
to unwrap the tender parts.
I feel the strength of a mighty mountain,
the courage of a fantail flying among
eagles, the joy of a night sky
brimming with dazzling dreams
and the anticipation of a falling
star diving into new territories
the courage of a fantail flying among
eagles, the joy of a night sky
brimming with dazzling dreams
and the anticipation of a falling
star diving into new territories
I search for the secrets of the sage
I am inspired by a muse. I am in
wonder of the wisdom of the bellbird
who doesn't retreat when it rains
but chirps and splashes in utter delight.
I am inspired by a muse. I am in
wonder of the wisdom of the bellbird
who doesn't retreat when it rains
but chirps and splashes in utter delight.
When I walk through my veils,
my spotlight turned outwards
my spotlight turned outwards
I am a soldier of peace and love
and I embrace life with a hug
I embrace life
I embrace life
Being an observer is so important, for seeing is so vital; relating to others and not being selfish in our attitudes but accepting that we are all different and just as interesting as we think we are ourselves!
ReplyDeletePositive and hopeful... despite that weltschmertz! It's what we need to do-embrace life as it comes.
ReplyDelete'weltschmertz' - oh was a nice word, I had to look it up. That feeling gets to me often times, Enjoyed your poem. Happy Wednesday Marja
ReplyDeletemuch love...
wow, wow, wow! i love the hole in the night and the petals of the heart. How lovely to see both sides and embrace the self in the entire world.
ReplyDeleteThe speaker of the poem (is it you?) is so many things! Most of all, she is brave and adventuresome. Yes!
ReplyDeleteAt this juncture of my life I truly feel "I float like / driftwood,"..I can see my-self in many of your lines. Such a beauty of a poem, Marja!
ReplyDeleteI had to look up “weltschmertz” to find its meaning expressed in many different ways in all languages to say what every human heart must feel. When I open the shutters, I’m much like what you describe in your lovely relatable poem.
ReplyDeleteAh, that is such a liberating verse. I love the imagery resulting from a silent observation. And what can be better than embracing this life?! Here's to peace and empathy!
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You have a beautiful soul Marja! I love the hope and love of nature and peace that resonates in your lovely words.
ReplyDeleteHi Marja - I'd say you were an excellent observer of life. Your poem is so good - wonderfully constructed - loved reading it ... and it does tell us much - to think and be aware of our surroundings ... cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteA very healthy self image, thoughtfully presented!
ReplyDeletePerhaps I didn't leave the comment I thought I had written on this marvelous in-depth poem. From opening the shutters to bonding with a friend and piercing a hole in the night, from mountain to eagle to veil to embrace--every image and metaphor is evocative. What a wonderful way of seeing yourself!
ReplyDeleteAll that joy after the shutters open! Love these images. :)
ReplyDeleteMarja, I love this so much! I, too, am an observer. I had a friend who always told me, when people around me were going out of their tree, "Be the Observer". It definitely helps. I most love your closing two stanzas. This is a poem I would have liked to have written. A joy to read.
ReplyDeleteI search for the secrets of the sage
ReplyDeleteI am inspired by a muse.
I too am in search for the secrets, I think we all are in the journey. This is very uplifting and one can see you in your words.
Very well written! I wish I could feel that way right now.
ReplyDeletebeautifully written...
ReplyDeleteWhen I walk through my veils,
my spotlight turned outwards
I am a soldier of peace and love
and I embrace life with a hug
I embrace life.....................so be it!
We can learn so much from the birds and the beauty of the natural world. This is a healer and an antithesis to weltschmertz that plagues all of us from time to time.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful write, I would really like to know this girl!!!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is inspired Marja. I love the image of the shutters opening and closing, and that phrase 'we pierce a hole in the night.'
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing it with us.
I love the image of a 'quiet observer, / blending in a flowerbed of daisies', which reminds me a bit of myself, as does the pull of life's gravity and weltschmertz. My favourite lines are:
ReplyDelete'...I am in
wonder of the wisdom of the bell-bird
who doesn't retreat when it rains
but chirps and splashes in utter delight'.
How beautiful!
Love the image of the poet as an observer blending with the field of daisies--one of the many flowers of this earth. Thank you for speaking up about the weltschmertz that affects so many of us. Creativity and melancholy seem to go hand in hand, but do they have to? It's a question I keep pondering in poem after poem.
ReplyDeleteThis poem got the response it deserved Marja! I would love to hear you read it out loud. The unique mental images were portrayed really well. Oh and that fabulous photo you have included impacts beautifully. Big heart hugs my friend. Peggy xxx
ReplyDeleteOh you are such a lovely friend Peggy
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