6. Gift Vision
imagined observations, a lifting
of the veil to reveal moon truths.
a revelation after a battle,
a millenia long war, everlasting
hopelessness only to be touched
by the glimmer of an answer.
I put myself in the scene,
in the center of the ghost
of the community. I see
through the painter’s eye,
but my vision is milky,
abstract to a near fault.
these are the wonders
of dreams. this is the beauty
I have faith in. this is
beyond what I can see
and I discover joy in it.
I am given it as a reason to breathe.
Image by stevemarchant from Pixabay
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Good poem Jennifer! Yes, it is our dreams that keep us going! Loved the line, ‘I put myself in the scene, in the center of the ghost of the community.’!
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My pleasure Jennifer!
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Love the “lifting / of the veil to reveal moon truths”
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Thank you!
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Great poem Jennifer!
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Thank you!
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