Saturation Point
Posted on Sep 3rd, 2009
by
Shanti
Hardly Here
Around my fingers wrapped
all sense of meaning
Barely Making out
My heart
Breaking in.
Subtleties sighing
inside my sinking feelings,
oh so wrong,
its just right.
All Exactly held against me
Still the light shows through.
" What " Whispered in my ear, like I know.
Who wanted this?
silent poetry softly drips
new tones in full colour surround,
Painfully clear now
Just How God it is.
Around my fingers wrapped
all sense of meaning
Barely Making out
My heart
Breaking in.
Subtleties sighing
inside my sinking feelings,
oh so wrong,
its just right.
All Exactly held against me
Still the light shows through.
" What " Whispered in my ear, like I know.
Who wanted this?
silent poetry softly drips
new tones in full colour surround,
Painfully clear now
Just How God it is.

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poetry like a body blow - visceral, devastating yet somehow uplifting! you are amazing
Yes! That's exactly how it feels. I love how this picture fitted the mood just right. Thanks Nicole.
Its awesome….reads like a paradox resolved poetically. And oh, my, I absolutely love that heart-squeezing picture.
Thanks for stopping by Amy. Poetry is the best medicine for paradox, or maybe the best cure. :)
But the hardest part are the dualities in me
like a lightning split tree darkened and twisting two half trunks
reaching still
like an animal.
and I want you so close
and I want you to go away
Doug, Yes, Very yes.
A perfect fit, both very close and far away;
and the twilight of neither light or dark,
slips in-between each night and every day.
Breath shifting all And nothing,
I wander ever lost alive
amidst this holy milky way.