See the positives in emptiness,
Enjoy the freedom of the
space.
Listen to sounds found in
silence,
An emollient to ease cacophonies.
Traces of spilt milk or
salty tears,
Are cleaned and soothed
with time.
Rain drops caught in a
stormy sweep,
Eventually cease in relieved
calmness.
Feeling lost is not always
detrimental,
Being found is a reward
for the journey.
Small faltering footsteps take
their time,
Achievements are welcomed
upon arrival.
Beyond any limitations
sensed by this day,
Is the consideration of
sharing the morrow.
Life may offer a
convoluted pathway of tricks,
Unravelling those wherefores
is living in itself.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 26/11/2014
Poetry Jam Prompt: ‘How
To….’
The marrow is a special treat indeed.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea that 'feeling lost is not always detrimental,' as feeling lost so often DOES lead to being found....and though life sometimes offers a 'convoluted pathway of tricks' it seems eventually we do end up in the place we were meant to be!
ReplyDeleteThe idea of listening to 'sounds found in silence' rather than the sounds chosen for us is appealing. And I agree seeing the positives in emptiness takes time.
ReplyDeleteYou've articulated some very wise precepts for living life, and struck a lovely balance between acceptance, thoughtful introspection and maintaining a positive attitude. A thought provoking piece.
ReplyDeletevery nice
ReplyDeletemuch love...
I agree with Wendy a very thought provoking piece
ReplyDeleteto a person who sees positives in emptiness this journey of life itself is a reward, every moment is enriching...much food for thought here Eileen :)
ReplyDeleteNice one!
ReplyDeleteA good read :)
Loved it ... your poem has that beautiful optimism in it.
ReplyDeletevery nice,
ReplyDeleteDear Weaver
ha. being found is def a fun part of the process....and a good side of being lost....and the unraveling is def part of the living...ha.
ReplyDeleteVery nice lines, and positive too :)
ReplyDeleteThe morrow always brings something new, and often better.
ReplyDeleteHow to live is the hardest thing to learn to do well. If we only took the time to stop, look within like your poem suggests, Eileen, we would all be so much better off...
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