learning by heart
some silences
are drawn out
like icicles
red skin, a heart
magnified
under the weight
after a whiteout
of words
leaves us
paralyzed
blossoms retract
back into
themselves
waiting for the
sun—
love,
to relight
the dark sky,
to soften
the slippery
shell, we knock
& knock
& knock on
until we remember
that the only way
to get
to our center
is to flesh out
our whys
- Amanda Oaks
Inspired by Alchemy Daily
 | Hi, I'm Amanda Oaks curator of connection & provisioner of benevolent beauty here, at Words Dance & over at Kind Over Matter. Mama. Lover. Poet. Multi-Passionate Solopreneur. Kindness Advocate. I love laughing more than most anything. |
9 comments:
beautiful.
"some silences
are drawn out
like icicles"
A poem within a poem. Very nice piece, Amanda!
Thank you so much Tracey & Greg <3
Poignantly beautiful!
I love it.
Beautiful.
Amanda, your words stir my insides--so very powerful.
blossoms retract
back into
themselves
This creates such an image, a feeling of sadness in me...reminds me a little of myself sometimes.
Thank you for sharing the beauty of you.
With love,
Julia
P.S: That photograph...wow.
This is beautiful. I'm so happy that Alchemy Daily inspired you, and even happier that you shared the lovely results of that inspiration here!
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