Drifting, the current carries me
No oar, no rudder
Surrendered to the flow
Destination lies over the horizon
Rest now, adventure awaits
Twilight, time between times
Sacred space
Stillness, surrender to the muted light
Listen, Wisdom whispers
Sophia is your lover
Spirit, link between
Flesh and intellect
Feeling, sensing, knowing
Interpreting groanings too deep for words
Time for speech is approaching
“Time for sp……..” …….ah. You took the words right out of my mouth,
That is even more lovely to hear read. Thanks you for that generous gift, my amazing friend.
Time for speech is approaching.
🙂
I am drifting in the current of your poem. “Interpreting groanings too deep for words.”- wonderful – a connection felt in the heart, if only we could express it but no need, it is a mystery best felt than said.
Thank you so much for looking at some of my posts, I really look forward to reading more of yours.
Thank you for taking the time to play here. As of this is very new to me. It has been quite a pleasant surprise at how much I enjoy it. Never thought of myself as a “writer” per se (perhaps still don’t) but putting my “insides” out there has become important to me. It is important but my attitude is that I should do it like I did when I was small drawing with crayons in my mother’s kitchen. The prize was making it to the refrigerator. I will be 52 in a few days and the “Grown up” has grown old. It is the boy in me who grins when someone like yourself is thoughtful enough to leave a comment. It is him who is trying to make sense of the last 50 and the next 50 years. Be Groovy!
Lol about the solemn duty to harass!…I agree with Next step to Nirvana, the ensuing conversation was a beautiful fellowship…
I believe it’s my solemn duty to harass this man…
Sounds like Kindred Spirits. 🙂
I enjoyed the poem. I enjoyed the ensuing conversation even more. Beautiful fellowship.
LOL. That started out as a simple 3-word prompt I gave him. He’s such a lot of fun to banter about with. Quite the card!
Oh, I see what you mean. I fixed it. Thanks. I had changed it below but not in the title.
The title is what its about for me
Oh stop now and go to bed! You’re killing me with kindness! You’re probably three sheets to the wind and are going to wake up in the morning with one whooper of headache! Just remember tomato juice and…I forget what goes in it. Hell. Just drink a pot of coffee.
Actually been cutting back. Just accept that was for you and perhaps even prophetic in the best church of god way possible. Like speaking in tongues only different 🙂
I accept it with gratitude. Now get ye off to bed, you bloomin’ night owl!
Cutting back on beer or coffee?
Beer
I can get you some of the Utah stuff that has hardly NO alcohol in it. At least you could sip yer beer that way.
Like decaffeinated coffee. Why?
Yes, valid point. But then again you’ve never seen the lines at the state-owned liquor stores or Starbucks. People gotta get it somehow.
I like the picture. I may steal it
Be my guest.
And I ain’t writing no damn poem shaped like something. Its too clever for me to do. Clever is not a good look for me.
LOL! Clever is the very least of what you are. And you’re full of humility, too!
Im full of s… that what I am. But I do care about my friends. Humility would be a stretch. 🙂
You have a huge heart, Tin Man… And I’m emailing you.
Is something missing?
No, I didn’t think you were being condescending. I am just blown away. I did look at the rewrite. Sophia is going to have her hands full with me. She’s much wiser than I am…
I think you could write something very mystical and (do I dare say it) Celtic. I think of Avalon when I read some of your stuff.
Its too much detail. And I think I am too lazy. I love the patterns but glaze over at the details. You could do that much better than me. I could contribute some if you would do the “hard” work. I can show up and sing like Taliesian but Merlin did the hard work. I could be the Bard but not the priest which is the more important. The Merlin knew the whole history and details and had to reign in the boys at times. I stole the “Time between times” from Lawhead. Thats where I got it. I am a thief 🙂
Ah, but epic poems are all written the way you write without a lot of plot or description.
I could do the poem and even the plot and patterns but would be impatient filling in the details. Again Im lazy that way.
I was just rereading these comments as I referenced this poem on the blog today. Do you realize that a year later you actually DID write that epic poem? It was The Song of Anna! 😀
Which of your posts did you reference? I want to read it
See! I was right! 😉
It was just one on gifts for Harula’s GLADvent Calendary thingy. https://promptlings.wordpress.com/2016/12/14/gladvent-day-14-gifts/
It was no big deal. It was just about gifts.
Why is your handle not in the title on your blog
Oh my… Now you’ve gone and done it. What the hell is this, be nice to Calen day?
Yep. So hush and take it. I fixed the poem. now its for you
Thank you. You’re a thoughtful and kind dork, snob, beggar, and thief. And you really should be writing a book…
about what? being crazy? I’m not being kind in the condescending way. I believe what I am saying to you and intend for you do as I suggest. 🙂 Did you look at the rewrite?
How do you do that so fast??? Takes me forever to write anything other than just jabbering on. That’s quite beautiful. Ok. I’m duly impressed.
Changed the title
You’re such a dork. You just made me get all “misty” eyed again. Thank you for the precious gift. Sounds like it could have come right out of Calen’s story. You’re a wonder, you are.
Ima dork. Ima snob and a beggar at once. 🙂
You’re a thief is what you are.
I just realized I need two more lines on the twilight and the spirit to make it symmetrical
You are most eloquent when you write your courageous stories of faith in the midst of doubt. They have substance and a vitality, an authenticity that comforts and inspires and speaks life into timid souls. Also the poetry and fiction that comes from that place is without peer. That is your voice and it is needed.
If I do have anything of the sort, I am much afraid that I am losing that connection. Sigh…
Nope, if I may be so bold, you are frustrating yourself trying to force yourself into forms that don’t fit you. Just write what you see from the window. That is the reason for the sight, the perspective you have. Those folks and us folks need to see what you do.
I quite doing the poetry course. That isn’t me. Actually you would have done marvelous stuff in that. I was getting so I didn’t even want to get on the blog. I only kept getting on to read your stuff.
Good. I really want to hear you and read what you see. Take a breath, take a break if you need, drift and listen and feel the groanings and then come back and write for us. We need your voice crying in the wilderness. The other stuff was good but you is sublime. Just you no prompts needed