5 sensibilities of thought as Bach Sonata for Violin or Flute flutters in my mind




Purple Iris Fields of Time

softness of sound

singing

gliding o'er wings of angels

stringing pearls

flowing

glisten in sunlight streams

awaken into dreams

sleeping

through starlight nights

oh, sweetest memory

play your harp

while I

touch this strand

of windswept hair

breeze 'cross my mind

until I taste

your aroma

inside my ancient heart

floating

around the rings of Saturn

upside down

until I find you

again

my darling

in the purple iris fields

of time

 

 





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2017-02-11 at 21:08

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is simply beautiful Kathy. But I am sure your heart is not that ancient. I love the mention of Saturn's rings and the imagery is so wonderful.
2017-02-13



This is so beautiful. I agree with all the previous comments. It is pure music to read it.
Ashe
2017-02-13



I cherish the ecstatic language! Your poem is a kind of counterpart to Edna St Vincent Millay's sonnet "On Hearing a Symphony of Beethoven" ... do you know the poem? "Sweet sounds, O beautiful music, do not cease ..."
2017-02-12


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This is lovely, Bach, the fives senses, and your words.
2017-02-12


shells
As beautiful as the flower. I love the line "floating around the rings of Saturn upside down."
2017-02-11