Where Souls Hide and Leaves Cling
Dirt and dust, grit and mud,
is where the spirit mostly grows.
The soul cowers when bright is too much to bear,
from the prospect of seeing beyond our dreams
or the prospect of failure and fear.
When eyes are blind, anguish enters heart’s domain
taking over the chambers of light
and making a home in the chambers of dark.
By noonday I am planting jasmines
so the scent can guide me to the chamber of light,
and when the sun over the horizon goes to sleep
I am asking the stars to guard the door
so no one can enter that place of dark.
The keys must be tossed to the ridges of the wind
where dust hides and leaves cling.
When fears are let go and in the wind we trust,
dust will settle and the soul can shine and sing.
--Bernadete vdw, ‘24
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All of Creation exists out of Love & Magic. A Lovely Poem. 🩵
Thank you Jacques. Yes, love & magic. B
Beautifully etched Bernadete. There is great freedom and hope to this piece. It's amazing how you can feel from letting go after walking through darkness, you've captured the essence of that brilliantly here.
It's very nice of you in saying that, Ian. I do believe in letting go,
it is the only way to heal and live again. Of course it is extremely hard, and
I deeply admire the courage of those doing that. So, a toast to courage!
That's why you are my friend. I may have misinterpreted your poem, but I believe in courage, because I have done well to be 37 and still be alive.
Oh, those lines are my favourite in this poem. Excellent work. A wonderful poem that I very much enjoyed reading x
I very much appreciate you taking the time to read it.
Nice words, Tina. Cheers! I was looking forward to see if you liked
this one.
'By noonday I am planting jasmines'
my favourite line in a beautiful work B
I've told you before and I'll tell you again... you are full of beautiful soul my friend and all your work reflects that... hugs x
You sure can say beautiful words, dear Marion, they're heart warming.
I am happy you like this one. Hugs back to you my friend.
Thank you Deepak! Take good care of yourself.
Greetings from Bernadete
No Ian, you did not misinterpreted.
You’re saying there is a great freedom and hope, and that is what I wanted to say; always turn the face towards the light.
You are one of the most courageous souls out there. You’re not only alive, you are taking the breath life is offering you. Among all the darkness, I can feel that glimpse of light in your poems. You have it in you.
Good early mane my time B ..
now then, I suspect above all else, this whole page reflects your own true spirit, courage, beliefs and tenacity ..
The reference to jasmine however, tho' not exactly a red herring was only added to pleasure the senses of your readers and fan base and to soften the rough edges you would have some believe exists as a protective shell, to protect that warm and soft inner core of you I am convinced exists there .. Neville
I am humbled by your comment, Neville.
Oh, jasmines must be placed there as a guide to light, to re-direct the mind to a good place.,
If one thinks of jasmines, its beauty, fragrance and grace will make one feel calm & grounded
I just had to plant them on my poem, perhaps someone will dream of flower tonight.
I do like very much you analysing this. It makes me think.
I only write the truth as I see it & you are most welcome & my pleasure entirely :)
It’s so good receiving your thoughts again, Bernie. Freeing the soul and the spirit…hope and affirmation. Dear Bernie, your words make me feel like we’re sharing this journey. Thank you.
Bernadete
Dear Bernadette,
You have exemplified the "aromatherapy" of one's life. The debris and clutter that seeks to muddle it, must be defeated by the scents of beauty.
Peace and love,
Larry xxx
Dear Larry,
What a way of seeing this! You captured what I wanted to say, better than
I did it myself. And in only two lines.
Thank you for taking the time. Cheers Larry.
Dear Bernadette,
I was only able to capture its beauty due to the power of your omnipotent write.
Peace and love,
Larry xxx
As the wind is blowing around the house in the middle of the night (once more awake too early) I wish the wind could take away the keys with it... There are some rooms up the attic that still need clearing out. Jasmine would be a good start and a candle lit to see in the dark... I have learned to grow rooms of light, but as the fool I am, I forget again. Hanx for showing the way once more
I don't think I have to show you the way, John. You already know it.
It does stay dormant from time to time, until the light or warmth trigger it.
You too, have a such way to interpret this poem, I love it. Thank you for
sharing your thinking.