Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte


on March 30, 2016

Sometimes life itself becomes the poem
Eyes drink in images silly, sad, profound
See beauty of sunset and the moon ascend
Ears charmed by music, small children at play
Hear stories, rhymes and wailing grief
Tastes dance lively tattoos on the tongue
Grapefruit a wake-up call divine as any caffeine buzz
Pepper mustard gives tango flick to daily bread
Smell bewitched remembers past as if today
Imagines future loves and candle scent, gives alarm of burning pot
Touch of human hands, soft fleecy blankets on the bed
Feel of rough wood, rounded pebbles, water from a spout
Breathe a song of living out our days

23 responses to “Transpositions

  1. InfiniteZip says:

    OH it do love this one….wish I could have grapefruit again….hopefully soon. The joys of the senses💜

  2. I love this so full of life and things we all think and do and see! wonderful!

  3. vivachange77 says:

    Glad to hear it. Thanks. ❤

  4. JoHanna Massey says:

    Resonates so beautifully with how I would desire to experience this day. Every day.
    Thank you.

  5. I of July says:

    there’s something crafty and tasty about this line ‘Grapefruit a wake-up call divine as any caffeine buzz’ – nice one

  6. lauzlau says:

    Love this poem of your’s & grapefruit too!

  7. kratzworld says:

    The very first line made me fell in love with it.. 🙂 beautifully written.. 😊

  8. Hemangini says:

    from first line to the last one.. I kept feeling so much. The lives we live… Beautiful poem

  9. shilyot says:

    Tasting your words

  10. vivachange77 says:

    Wonderful comment. Thanks.

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