February 11, 2010

Poetry Thursday

It is truly amazing

a bizarre work of art

how we hurt ourselves.

It is transforming

when we see

how we've transformed

because our urge

our yearning

disappears.

like the soft wisp

of a wing against the wind

you may slightly hear it

rarely...and by accident

it is there ever so slightly

but your overwhelming sense of peace

is so loud

it deafens everything

even love.

3 comments:

Mari Mansourian said...

very nice i loved it..well done :)

Lori said...

Breath taking. Good piece of writing! WOW!

McLovin said...

and when peace does drown out even love, the silence is deafening, soaking me in its tranquil waters.

Lovely beyond lovely Anu.