Adrift in Serenity
When I study a picture, this is what spills out of me.

Set adrift
to a land
of quiet,
peaceful winds
that create a space
for me to breathe,
dream,
and simple be.
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Where Jasmine clings to my senses,
filling my soul,
with joy that spreads,
wild and free,
through my body
like a field of untamed blooms.
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Keep ing me there,
in the tranquil arena,
where the butterfly wings whisper,
the only sound I hear.
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Let the honeyed sun,
warm my skin,
like a lover's embrace.
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But must is stay,
a fragile illusion,
painted in fleeting words?
could I take this scene,
this sanctuary,
into my daily life,
to blot out the ugly truths,
of a mind too often,
shadowed by fear,
playing chess games with pain,
and chilled by the biting winds,
of uncertainty.
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If only my happy place,
could remain untouched,
unlittered by the ashes,
of negativity,
a garden radiant,
forever blooming.
Comments (7)
Well-wrought! If only...
Oh my, this was so deep and beautiful! Loved it so much!
The contrast between the tranquil haven and the harsh realities of fear and pain is beautifully conveyed, making your desire for an untouched, ever-blooming garden resonate deeply.
With job that spreads wild and free - Absolutely beautiful. Well Done!!!
Where the butterfly wings whisper. Oh I love that.
To me this is a poem that can take me to my special place. Good job.
Beautiful, Daphne