Saturday, May 18, 2013

Poem: Bathed in the Light




Bathed in Light

No longer boxed in
By lids and walls,
A switch is flipped,

Bathed in light,
Washed in thoughts
All brand new,
I travel on banners of color
Where whispers from trees
Bent low to the ground
Utter barely a sound
Yet speak of such wondrous things,

Like a stream
Ideas flow
Through a valley
Sublime,

Bathed in light
I laugh in delight
At the wonders in store
For my mind just set free
From a box
Where no magic exists.


4 comments:

  1. Perfect art to accompany this most inspiring poem.

    Judy

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  2. I was fortunate to find this great picture on google images. I wish I knew who the artist was so I could give him/her proper credit.
    It's a continual struggle to not get boxed in by our habitual notions. I have to constantly remind myself to look beyond. I'm glad you liked it.

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  3. Liberation in poetry and image....

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  4. Michelle, liberation is important and worth striving for. We often are boxed in by our thought. Thanks for stopping by. :-)

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