(Inspired in part by this picture by AC)
Gossamer threads, a shroud.
Gone is the wisdom earned through toil.
Pull from beyond the veil,
threads connecting, binding, pulling, informing,
a face formed from many generations
the manifestation of many nations
formed together, a battle between inclinations.
eyes that hold secrets
secrets yet revealed,
a call
who am I?
Secrets are as fragile as gossamer threads. Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, good use of words.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
you are me in another time, another place
ReplyDeleteYou are finding your path in life; careful not to stray too far from the trail you know, yet wondering how far down a new path you dare to go to find enlightenment. You are a seeker.
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Star
Yes...what Lisa said lovely girl.
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Thanks to all of you!! I am partially trying to evoke the idea of the past generations having an effect on the present. Finding out who we are involves finding out who our ancestors are.
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