Thursday, November 8, 2012

There are places



There are places
one wants to go

and these places
they can be seen
apart
in the distance
draped in misty cloud breath
with silver tendrils
and
pink cheeks

some days
though
it is as if
these places are
at hand
brushing the
tips
of fingers
making them itch
with
now

and this desire
to go
and
to be
walk in tandem
a pulling
and
a grounding
together

enough so
to make
one walk
in circles
I suppose

but the
turning
around and on and in of each other
weaves patterns of
beauty
which are beheld
only in the looking back

beauty is the vapor trail
of having once
walked
forward

--sweetening the world with poetry words--
 Sweet Blogger Grey


5 comments:

  1. oooo.... this is such a vividly palpable image!

    "brushing thetips
    of fingers
    making them itch
    with
    now"

    ReplyDelete
  2. Holly there is a longing in your voice that sounds like the sweet sweet ocean breeze, and your line breaks ebb and flow like the tides. I love "beauty is a vapor trail..." there is so much breath and space and air and hope in your verses. lovely, so lovely.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Thank you for always seeing my heart.

    ReplyDelete