straight road
went steep
down
down into dawn
where light
lighted the way
and brightness glowed
from fingers
and toes
touched
travelled far
stopped a while
ah wind
whispering low
how wonderful
listened
to day-filled
sounds
yes wait
wait my love
you are to be found
Sunday, 9 January 2011
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I think this poem has a very Irish feel to it...it made me think of the rather lovely and romantic film August Rush in which the little boy senses that if only he can play his music and be heard.. somehow he will be found by those who are seeking him - his parents.. Though the world about him tells him they are dead..he knows, senses better than the rationally minded... In fact the poems sounds as though you were just watching the film! The name Sabbath is interesting...the bliss of a contemplative attitude and the Light in which we see light definitely comes through. Lovely.
Beautiful poem. Very romantic and positive.
Sherman Unkefer
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