#touchingsouls
a breath of fresh air
tickles still-waters
a lone swan's quill
let fall, takes flight
carpe diem ―
nigh weightless,
buoyantly skitters
across the water,
laissez faire;
barely dimpling
the shallow peace
on a lake in the wood
a wild feather's
mindless pirouettes
emanate from
the steeping silence
lapping its
superficial refection
the true nature
of wildness,
unspoken freedom,
an untamed
wilder – ness
skims the skinny waters
seeking their own level;
leaving no trace
of ever being containable
like a breath of fresh air
reinvigorates
unconquerable souls
touching in the
conscious moment ―
a gentle passing breeze
arousing a rogue gust
Jesse Stillwater
01 June 2018
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
The sky above them
was painted
an intense silky black,
as if it were a bridge spanning
uncharted darkened rivers --
arching across unexplored
separate distant horizons
Casting an uncommon spell;
seizing hallowed heartbeats,
exhaling bated breaths
Two boundless souls
collide unbidden,
like lightening splits
the unblushing silence
deep within
Cleansing the darkest
hues of melancholy
with the gentle touch
of velvet rain
For they had walked
the longest mile
in another's shoes,
unknowingly,
alone together
between the telling
poesy lines
Swimming blindly
where tempest
currents thrive untamed
Harvesting the bounty
of another soul’s
deepest ocean tides
Overflowing beyond
the heart’s hidden music
where the softest touch
of kindness abides
Plucked harp stings
rejoice in the harmony
uttering anthems of an
unspoken dawning light
wild is the wind ... November 1st, 2016
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
although we may not
physically reach out
and feel , hand to hand ,
across far distant dimensions - -
Poetry is touching souls
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC