by Kate Demeree

Back we go…

Music, of the heart and soul,

The words matter not,

Meaning is felt not spoken

Can I capture the long ago,

Is the peace still there,

Where I can find the words

The wonder…

Close my eyes, let my fingers speak

Drink deep of the spirit

Flute sounds come to my ears

Inside there is laugher,

Mixed with tears…

Smile plays with the corners of my mouth

Words play at the edge of conciousness…

Can I pen what I feel,

Can I look deep within,

Have I courage enough…to face…

Joy… sadness… fear….

Where the flames dance on water

There I will find me,

There will I see….

Love grows, deep, strong

Song claims emotions

Once voiced in word,

Light and life grow

Beside the dark and grief

Day and night side by side

I am a bird,

I glide free…

Always called home,

And I spread my wings…

Wind lifts

Clouds airy things

Cut clean by feathered wings

Home is where you are my love

Strong, sure…

Safe harbor…

I am a ship

Tiny, in the vast sea

True charted is the course

A masters hand guides

Between the waves

Aching inside… for those who never see,

The road is not long,

The journey is not hard

Fear is a ghost

Long ago dead



Author's Note: I am wondering if this will post in the script I chose, nothing has so far *laugh*. It is posting though, not sure even if this is understandable, but that has never stopped me before *grin*

Posted on 09/13/2007
Copyright © 2021 Kate Demeree

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 09/13/07 at 06:09 PM

It was like riding the swells of the ocean. The crests and troughs were almost palpable. Glad you didn't let your wondering if it's understandable, stop you this time either. *grins back atcha*

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/13/07 at 06:44 PM

A ship with a big bow and bobbing stern???Charlie

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/14/07 at 01:45 AM

One can't help but be moved by the river of emotion in this poem, each line a universe unto itself, and yet all contributing to the whole. Well done ma chere!

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/16/07 at 10:09 AM

you said it yourself Kate. meaning is felt not spoken and what a reader feels in the poem is what matters beyond what the words are actually attempting to mean.

Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 10/26/07 at 03:10 AM

It's clear this is from deep within your mind and heart...excellent read

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/07/08 at 12:35 PM

Congratulations, Kate, on this wonderful and much deserving POTD.

Posted by Maria Massarella on 05/07/08 at 09:47 PM

Kate, I love sailing your poetic-seas and it is simply lovely to find your beautiful poem is POTD treasure. Congratulations!Hugs ...*moondancer

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