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Hazy Sanctuary
Sheltered within the embrace of gentle mist,
climbing the thickest, soft mossy bough,
thinning amongst higher branches,
lost among fractured paisley pink blossoms,
I am born, a balmy parting from swollen bud,
among a cosmos of bursting buds.
I am born a specter, breathing ethereal dew,
fated to travel the world
perpetually displaced from it,
questing for my place in the cosmos,
infinitesimal in my insignificance, yet unique
in beauty as the double-helixed molecular barcode.
I am born, sheltered within nursery of thought
on reprieve from long winters of barren greys
where the mist bubbles, yielding space to sprinkle
light touches of pastel ideas that dare to open,
revealing flowering layers of imagination
efflorescence in portrait form.
I am born in whispers, neck craning to reach
higher in muted sky, patiently smiling
through the blended fragrance of renewal,
with birdsongs reminding me that it is OK
to raise my head and breathe.
Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
Beautiful
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Thank you.
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You are so worth it!
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This is very beautiful writing. I resonate with your closing lines….sometimes, it is okay just to Be, to breathe……….
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Thank you Sherry. I agree… it is OK, and sometimes necessary, to just be… to breathe.
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A beautiful poem!
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Thank you!
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Barry, I’m so happy you’re on WordPress now.
And this:
“light touches of pastel ideas that dare to open,
revealing flowering layers of imagination
efflorescence in portrait form.
I am born in whispers, neck craning to reach
higher in muted sky, patiently smiling
through the blended fragrance of renewal,”
Reminds me of some of your past works. Strength and power are in the above lines. A bit of sadness too.
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Thanks, Tre. I’m glad to be on WordPress too. I was a lot to wrap my brain around at first, but the Comments area is vastly superior to Blogger’s. I wondered how folks responded so quickly here… now I know!
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Haha! And, when you follow follow someone, they’re blog pops up in your “Reader,” so their work is easy to find. It pretty much comes to you. 😊
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*follow someone, their blog.
Silly autocorrect.
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Wonderful images of life renewing.
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Your poem is a fresh pink spray of spring. A respite from the winter grey filled with birdsong breath and hope. Beautiful !
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I am born, sheltered within nursery of thought
on reprieve from long winters of barren greys
where the mist bubbles, yielding space to sprinkle
light touches of pastel ideas that dare to open,
revealing flowering layers of imagination
efflorescence in portrait form.
Beautiful! ❤️
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I love the feelings evoked from, “I am born in whispers”–such divine phrasing 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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