Colors and Lines

Card 93, Gallery 2

She remembers a time, without time,
when her world was made of words
and color, lines and curves
like stars that lightened whatever
darkness might occur.

A time when her mind and heart
were filled with the wonder
of just being. Of breathing
that became years that passed
like swift moments, yet now filled
her with deep gratitude.

Felt in her soul that sang
a song of deepest
satisfaction.

Elizabeth Crawford  5/18/2020

Notes: Image is from the Soul Cards, created by Deborah Koff-Chapin.
Her site may be found here: https://touchdrawing.com/

 

About 1sojournal

Loves words and language. Dances on paper to her own inner music. Loves to share and keeps several blogs to facilitate that. They can be found here: https://1sojournal.wordpress.com/ https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/ http://claudetteellinger.wordpress.com/
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4 Responses to Colors and Lines

  1. curledrums says:

    Love these! Cannot wait for more from you!!

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  2. Sherry Marr says:

    “filled with the wonder of just being…..” How wonderful! I know that feeling.

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  3. KT Workman says:

    Lovely sentiments, Elizabeth.
    I asked my mom in her later years if she had been happy in life. She answered that she didn’t know if she’d say happy, but she was satisfied. I wish I could say the same.

    Thank you, KT. I sort of smiled at your response. This poem is about a time in the past, being remembered. I think in our ongoing journey we experience, if we allow it, the entire spectrum from hungry to satisfied. But not just once. Life is a daily business. And we can travel between satisfaction to depths of darkness in a matter of hours. If asked that question you asked your Mom, my answer would come from the point of the spectrum I am in during the moment of being asked. However, I wouldn’t bet on its still being the same in 12 or 24 hours. If you are not satisfied, why aren’t you seeking the nurture that would feed that reality? You call my words sentiments. That in itself sort of points back to your own perceptions. And, trust me, perceptions are created to be changed.

    Elizabeth

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  4. Beautiful! I love that line “when her world was made of words and color, lines and curves”

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