The Peaceful Part

A balalaika plays
crisp, clear notes
to stroke away each
worry and each woe.

Each jerk on strings which
pull this way then that
to pass beyond all carnage of
earthly living fear.

I knew you long ago
in that place before time.

Before ancients built their
monuments to please God’s who ruled
the paths we now walk, too.

I knew you in the softest song of the wind
or, in its most playful loud.

Knew you in each dance of waves
which rise up, puncture the air
then rush to great waiting shores.

After searching for you
most of my life
I found you
and know you so well
for,

you are me

The peaceful part.

~*~

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Shared with 3WW CCLXV #Prompt Carnage, Jerk, Puncture
ABC Wednesday Letter #Prompt ” P “

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Author: Daydreamer

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

18 thoughts on “The Peaceful Part”

  1. You used the three words very well!! The poem is pretty, peaceful and perfect!! You do justice to both places!!

  2. nice….finding oneself…or at least the peaceful part can be a lifelong quest…in the wind and waves…yes there are nice rhythms there…smiles.

  3. Sometimes we all need to search for that peaceful part of ourselves. Nicely done.

  4. Wow you really took some none nice words and made them all peaceful. Geez how is the cat ever going to use such things it you make them nice all the time..haha

  5. I can feel the peace gathered up in the opening and closing lines..how it takes effort and trials to find..to know..but how in the end you find contentment..peace..Jae

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