Thoughts ….. float ….. forth.
Unconsciously conjured from etheric darkness. Transmuting into gems, to be raked, graded and sequenced.
Repeated until magnum opus’ in hand;
In comparison, soft speakers mouth and utter.
Unheard messages left fading
….. into….. soulful….. silence.
If a rose arose from prose
T’would be poetry I suppose
Bud to bloom of words it grows
‘Tis escape from a world of woes
(C) Robert Jones All Rights Reserved
It’s a self fulfilling state of being,
not to be switched on and off to be kind,
it needs patience, caring, presence of mind,
active listening, compassion and seeing;
sharing from my heart enriches I find,
the soul, while relieving the daily grind,
and empathy holds the gift of freeing.
Tender caress of a warm, gentle breeze
carries a message from the divine,
“use feather light fingertips of kindly hands,
bring forth light from within to share, to shine”,
I drift away on barely rocking seas,
reflecting on deeds; my learning expands.
(c) Robert Jones 2013, All Rights Reserved
It is a few decades since I have written a poem. To my knowledge I’ve never attempted a sonnet. Writing “Kindness” has been a fulfilling experience both in articulating what kindness means for me and in having the opportunity to learn a new skill. I took the photograph in 2012, knowing that one day I would have the opportunity to share the image of the kindest fingertips I know.
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