Do you have a favorite quote?  I love so many I don't think I could ever pick one favorite. One will capture my attention based on my mood at the moment. The words linger, in my thoughts.  I did a prompt for Poets United today, to write a poem inspired by a quote.  I think it will offer a varied view. Yes, like a big quilt without any particular pattern, but threaded and stitched with emotional impact. Poems need to have emotions swirling around them and leave an impact or give you something to connect to.  If there isn't any emotion can words lift you, make you see or feel something in a different way?  Maybe lift is wrong, but writing does give us wings. Wings to journey, where we may not dare or can afford in our real lives. And we can travel back in time or go into the abyss of what the future may look like.  Does your craft give you wings?

 

Umbrella Fountain by ~kissofcolour




"The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts."~Marcus Aurelius




Life's layers
arranged like
stale bread crumbs
scattered
on time worn path
did the birds
eat them or
did you find
them?

 I found
fragile faded paper
 words
like sticks
dried acorns
and cascading vines
with apple pink
ambrosia
and
 slow
unfurling spring green
ferns
cascaded with pearls of
iridescent rain
lit
sideways their
  half lights
distilled
alter
my
trip


 I found
dust modes that dance
in
subtle light
through
sepia photos
gathered
they
blend and blur
my 
blueprint
of 
youth

Fermented past
dipped in
 arsenic and Irish lace
smells of cobwebs n' dust 
bitter sweet
dried orange peels
with cloves
answers
in riddles
was it
fool's gold
or real
woven in the tapestry
 of gray

Their dampness
needs love
and light
to open
their embrace
or they'll
wither
in the
musty guttered rain


 soul's vision
billows out
like crystallized smoke
against
the indigo sky
twinkling thoughts
still shine like
delicate
heirloom gems


a tiny light
still
illuminates
your
path
like the golden sweep
of the
midnight sun


it's magic
lies in
vanilla
canvas
where birds
sing
and long gray shutters
open to
bordered red geraniums
buzzing hummingbirds
lift the window
 let your soul
breath
old fashion
sweet peas
their fragrance
gives a stop
and
takes one


*Give a stop and take one is about the allowing light in, through a camera's aperture.  I am comparing it to what we see and don't, as one's soul becomes dyed with life.