Destiny’s wheel spins
we all fit in there to eventually erode
at our given place in time.
Often we hear a calling
then yearn in heart or mind to follow
…the elusive.
To seek comfort in truth
of touching beauty
Know the bliss of a
kissing rain which falls
soft upon each petal of pain
and, for one sweet moment
soothes as a caress of silk
to waiting skin.
So caught up in lifes rush
there’s no time to observe as we each
try to bend the world to our will
To shape it in this land of illusion.
And, no-one sees the
tears we cry
but
Us.
~**~
© Daydreamertoo *All rights Reserved
This is not how I feel. These are just some thoughts that wanted to have their say.
Shared with Three Word Wednesday CCLV11
The Poetry Palace Rally #51
Always enjoy reading your words…so natural and smooth. // Peter.
A very interesting and observant piece, even if its not your views exactly. It tells a lot about how some people do view the world. ~MsQ
the last part struck me.. nice post! 🙂
great ending nice work…
Absolutely beautiful!
so lovely yet so sad… i mean just read this part and you’ll know what I mean:
So caught up in lifes rush
there’s no time to observe as we each
try to bend the world to our will
To shape it in this land of illusion.
And, no-one sees the
tears we cry
but
Us
please try my rally entry too: http://crimsoncorvus.wordpress.com/2011/08/07/the-eyes-of-fire
A beautiful poem 😉 I love it
I like your style, and how your thoughts are presented!
Rosie
Beautiful poem and you have let free so many thoughts which may have been dogging so many minds!! Love the opening lines. Well done!!
Pity the person who never cries.
yes everyone has teas that we cry I just hope it is not too often
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/08/the-crimson-witch/
love the last line daydreamer! my entry.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2011/01/30/lines/
This was so beautiful.
What a beautiful poem!
This poem falls in sweet places of honesty & truth.
That is a sad one 😦 xxxxx You have not written one so sad in a bit, hope all is well!!!
What a really beautiful poem. It was so expressive.
Yeah, I think you’ve got something when you talk about this world of illusion.
Nicely!
Brilliant poem. Love the ending.
Here is my entry:
http://jackedwardspoetry.blogspot.com/2011/09/scribbles.html
I’m all caught up in the comfort of truth. So often truth is considered uncomfortable. but there’s a lot of comfort in the unassailablility of truth.
yes, we see each other’s tears in community.
We shape destiny by our will. Yes true. And we bring to ourselves pain because of our selfishness or narrowmindedness.
Yep, all that world bending — I had to give it up, as the world was kicking my butt. Really has a mind of it’s own.
petal of pain is lovely. The whole poem is.
How beautiful, true and sad this is!
We should be able to share those tears somehow with a twin soul…
Thanks for your coment at sweeterpoetry.
🙂
I do feel that way sometimes. Lovely write.
Nice poem. Its beauty belies the not so lovely truth.
cool photo and I understand the message as we are all so busy trying to control the world and our life that we don’t notice anything but ourselves and our own tears – what a sad way to live and so many people do. Glad you’re not one of them 🙂
such truthful words, enjoyed it.
true sometimes all we can do is reach out and let people know we care when they are having a difficult time.
How much rain can you kiss? Lots of it you’re sure to miss. Oh don’t hiss, some of it can still cause bliss..haha
So true an illusion it can be, wonderful piece as always.
Beautiful. Simply beautiful!
My entry: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/07/cannonball-3/
Know the bliss of a kissing rain which falls soft upon each petal of pain…
My favorite part, though it’s lovely in it’s entirety.
🙂
Sometimes other special people see too..and it means so much when they do..a little comment..a little understand helps re-build the erosion..Jae
Such a beautiful poem. It really speaks to me this morning.
Like this very much. wonderful imagery. Well done.
Melanie
there’s no time to observe as we each
try to bend the world to our will
Those lines really speak truth. Excellent. Excellent. I very much like the cadence, the imagery.
Thought-provoking… I really like the third stanza.
True. Yet we go on…
hitching a ride in rusted trails