Open

OPEN

A hand … reaches
Pandora’s last hope, in open palm.

It’s all about love and peace,
she taught and, teaches still
tho’ her stone is mute, cold.

But,
her thoughts are there in the ether now
in up and downward spirals.
On repeated prayers and gasp of air
which leave and then fan outward.
Become yet more ethereal strings as
butterfly wings which set
leaves on the bough to tremble
from anticipated thrill
and then traverse through living veins
sending welcome shivers to the brain
from that translucent touch.

Eyes are windows to the soul
I saw yours in those pools
but,
can I forgive, again.
Would I have enough right stuff to become
another viable tower of strength
when I’m so tired of it all.

If I am love…

Somewhere deep within
(where I store my book of days)
through the endless nights
One day I may write
that yes, I forgave you
on a silent, Autumn breeze.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo  *All rights reserved

Some thoughts on how Mother Teresa helped influence our world
and some other thoughts wanting to be said. 
It is not about being submissive nor, weak.

 Shared with Three Word Wednesday CCL1V
Poetry Pantry #62

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

22 thoughts on “Open”

  1. thank you for the uplifting close that brings us back from the hardness of reality…sweet relief….really beautifully written…

  2. Daydreamer, this is beautiful. I understand your sentiments, especially in the last stanza. Awesome writing.

  3. Beautiful… especially:

    her thoughts are there in the ether now
    in up and downward spirals.
    On repeated prayers and gasp of air
    which leave and then fan outward.

  4. So tired of it all after dragging my little rhyming bum through this one….hahaha..j/k had to do it.

    Couldn’t agree more, things can always be worse and a little hope helps place a light at the end of the tunnel.

  5. I think it was another writer who contributes to these sites where I read that a cold stone turns warm in your hand..so there is always hope..as long as you keep a-hold.. ‘If I am love’ is a beautiful line..Jae

  6. This is absolutely glorious. It resonates so much: “when I’m so tired of it all”….and then, the final lines with their message of hope. Fantastic writing!!!!! I love “my book of days”. It all is a book, isnt it, and one any publisher would say is not believable – yet all true.

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