"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Becoming One

Mystery, by Odilon Redon

In the
veil of
float in
colored air
one with

they wait
for trust
to lift its
and make
its destination

to the lips
of prayer
they ride
waves of faith
carrying answers
to the center
of the soul.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2014

 At Real Toads Hedgewitch provided the art o Odilon Redon as inspiration.


Sumana Roy said...

patient waiting and finding trust...love this and the meditative tone of the poem and the beautiful images specially...'they ride waves of faith'...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

So beautiful, Susie, and it lifts right off in the final stanza.

manicddaily said...

Really lovely, Susie. Works so beautifully with or without the painting. Thanks. K.

Other Mary said...

Such a lovely poem of faith, where questions and answers become one. A beautiful accompanyment to the picture.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This poem really does speak of centredness to me - of being centred, I mean and your format is the perfect vehicle for those thoughts.

hedgewitch said...

Form and subject merge perfectly here, Susie, and that painting is such a gateway to your meaning--answers floating and becoming one with questions--you give lucent names to the symbols here without violating their mystery in the least. Thanks for this beautiful poem of love and hope, and for participating.

Hannah said...

"Carrying answers to the center of the soul,"

Love this and ALL...beautiful, Susie!

Margaret said...

…secured to the lips of prayer…

…and off they float - this is soft and a gentle poem to those who hope their prayers are heard.

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