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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 – 2014, Melody Haislip. All rights reserved.

Melody Haislip (23 Posts)

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!


6 Comments

  1. And there you have it. One day, perhaps the next, we will all be ‘out of time’.

    • Melody Haislip (Author)

      Oh, of a certainty one day, but not today, I think. :)

  2. Cher Duncombe

    Contemplating our cosmic journey, Melody, becomes more important with each passing year. This is a lovely frame to those thoughts.

    • Melody J Haislip (Author)

      Cher, thank you. It was one of those moments I live for.

  3. 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.

  4. Melody Haislip (Author)

    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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