life,who knows its long..... we all need the withering weave, of sincerity. the arms holding our soul. surrounding body whole. rambling tongues,for ears to listen. words spoken rage upon the hearts. so,remember, {if its your time.} the sopping cloth,you may feel. glazed eyes of tears, you can not halt... only watch,as the streams meet oceans beyond our control. and understand ,what is needed all mends from within. we have all held the weeping weave, held hard,the crumbling human. listened as words washed over{our heads] and let ocean waves of strength, catch the destroyed again, to drive the balance , for humans to heal within. to understand. to confuse what is needed in a moment be clear,be aloud,be confident..... for we all heal sometime.... for all let pass what has happened, to begin the change let all pass if needed and let nothing in. pour out the lost emotions lick smoothe the broken bits and let all life and love come from within. love npeace from saff
there is some great imagery here, its seems you have something in mind when writing this but worded it in such a way that it could apply to lots of situations, and really touch alot of people.
I really liked the simplicity of the last stanza saff. Been too muddle headed to read/concentrate and post...Thanks sweety~!
Saff, you've almost perfected your Dylanesque, Hopkins-inspired personal approach to sprung rhythm. One of your better efforts! Write on!
