There’s a feather on parole
from my pillow
rests on my dark red jersey
sleeve just
as lightly as I must rest
on those things
I love and honour, how it’s noticed
to the near end
of each breath. I too am a feather
fibrillating, dazed
I sing through severance
still amazed
67paintings 
9 replies on “On Reflection”
Simply beautiful!!
Be blessed,
mei
A prayer to gentleness, in body and spirit, perhaps. I’ve always thought our true nature has many languages, brought together it creates a wonderful dialogue, and your blog is testament to this. x
Many blessings to you
Lee
Oh how wonderful!
I called it reflection, but it’s more a here / now state of mind – the honouring of all things precious…
Love can only be honoured, with love.
beautiful, simply beautiful. So much captured within your poem.
Ciao, Francina
Thank you so much, I don’t know about you Francina but my some of my strongest poetic thoughts come just before sleep.
You’re welcome! Before sleep there will be some lines sometimes , but it is mostly early morning when all fall together.
Ciao, Francina
Yes morning brings to mind a new piece or line, I like it when that happens, dont you?