Tuesday, May 30, 2017

cracks


there was a crack in the door and a crack in me.  something lifted as the bamboo reached towards the ceiling.  and all my days broke loose as if i had no containment, constrictions or certification to be here.  i held your hand empty of thinking or past reflection.  every direction pointed elsewhere as the bamboo turned to listen.  there is stepping and stonewalls,  there were no words, only a shadow of what was and a crack in the door.

the days timing sings
with feathers release secured
joy laughs at the mirror

bkmackenie
copyrighted 2017

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11 comments:

  1. That crack in oneself can be devastating but it can also be spark for a new beginning ~ I love that joy laughs at the mirror ~

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    1. Thank you Grace thought I would throw my hat in this week...bkm

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  2. This crack I can see, and I love how you reflected on it inward

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    1. Thank you much. I hope you enjoyed it..,bkm

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  3. I love your reflections too - so much to see in that illuminated crack.
    Anna :o]

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  4. I love that first sentence. It grabbed my attention!

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    1. Thank you anonymous- are you someone I know...bkm

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  5. A shadow of what was and a crack leading to what's new.

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    1. That is life's ongoing story, cheers...bkm

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  6. So there we are. Do we open the door or close it? (or...)

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