The Infant Crescent Moon. grunvald.deviantart.com
The surface of the
Water dances ~
As the wind
Passes by ~
The sky is a
Brilliant blue ~
With tiny wisps
Of cloud ~
Palm trees rustle
In the slight
Cool breeze ~
A bright white
Contrail ~
More than the jet
That precedes it ~
Draws my eye
Upward ~
And in its wake
To my surprise ~
The merest hint
Of an infant
Crescent moon
Appears ~
How lovely ~
I sit in my chair
And gaze up to
The heavens ~
So still I feel, as
I contemplate
My part in this
Cosmic journey
Undertaken by
Us all ~
Filled with a peace
I have never
Felt before ~
At one with
The Universe ~
As I have never
Been before ~
But the moment
Passes and I am
Myself once more ~
Waiting for the
Next Moment
Out of time ~
© 2012, Melody Haislip. All rights reserved.
I began writing poetry in my early 20s, and then put it aside and forgot it. Then a couple of years ago, I suddenly began writing ~ about everything under the sun ~ and I began to write poetry again. Or perhaps I should say channel more than write, since I feel that I am merely the conduit for some of the pieces I write. Those are the best of times, when the words flow, and those are the words which speak to others. Wish I could live in that state all the time!
- Moments
The Infant Crescent Moon. grunvald.deviantart.com
The surface of the
Water dances ~
As the wind
Passes by ~
The sky is a
Brilliant blue ~
With tiny wisps
Of cloud ~
Palm trees rustle
In the slight
Cool breeze ~
A bright white
Contrail ~
More than the jet
That precedes it ~
Draws my eye
Upward ~
And in its wake
To my surprise ~
The merest hint
Of an infant
Crescent moon
Appears ~
How lovely ~
I sit in my chair
And gaze up to
The heavens ~
So still I feel, as
I contemplate
My part in this
Cosmic journey
Undertaken by
Us all ~
Filled with a peace
I have never
Felt before ~
At one with
The Universe ~
As I have never
Been before ~
But the moment
Passes and I am
Myself once more ~
Waiting for the
Next Moment
Out of time ~
© 2012, Melody Haislip. All rights reserved.
I began writing poetry in my early 20s, and then put it aside and forgot it. Then a couple of years ago, I suddenly began writing ~ about everything under the sun ~ and I began to write poetry again. Or perhaps I should say channel more than write, since I feel that I am merely the conduit for some of the pieces I write. Those are the best of times, when the words flow, and those are the words which speak to others. Wish I could live in that state all the time!
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And there you have it. One day, perhaps the next, we will all be ‘out of time’.
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Oh, of a certainty one day, but not today, I think.
Melody Haislip recently posted..Moments
Contemplating our cosmic journey, Melody, becomes more important with each passing year. This is a lovely frame to those thoughts.
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Cher, thank you. It was one of those moments I live for.
Melody J Haislip recently posted..Moments
Don’t you find it compelling that those moments in time, when we look up to remember where we are, and that we are spinning toward something, is pushed aside a little, when we resume whatever it was we were doing? It’s as if awareness is too much of a reality and we may only accept the truth in tiny increments. The echoes of … “Remember who you are …” surround us in a flash and then dissolve into whispered wisps of fragments.
Theresa, that’s exactly what I was feeling. The truth arrives in tiny little bits of awareness, as if that’s all we can take in at once. Oh, well, I’ll take it however it comes and be grateful!
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