Intertwined, two strands of life's weaving rest loosely, untied. I sense my own breathing while I feel your heartbeat, awakening my soul as it heals, and my body is shaking - with what? Several sentiments, not yet understood, not by me, and not by those who really should understand. But who am I to expect the answer when I can barely comprehend the question: do I stay? #stay #poem #poetry #poet #newzealandpoetry #life
Put aside your mind and float away to foreign lands. The daily work is over now - night takes you in her hands. She leads you to the isle of dreams, where trials of life aren't found, deep into your inner soul, through tunnels underground. Escape into the ether and remember who you are - the other voices are not heard; they menace from afar. Don't look in their direction; they do not dare come near, for silence is the emperor - the only ruler here. When morning comes, so too
In life and in art, there are many layers to discover, to add, to take away, to understand. When we look only at the surface, we miss many important aspects that help to make up the whole. Likewise, if we look only at the details, we miss the completed picture, or at least what the details are beginning to form. The details may or may not be intentional, skillfully added, or able to be recognised and understood. Some require rigourous study and analysis and time and practice.