Q is for Quotes

Do you have a favorite quote?  I love so many I don't think I could ever pick one favorite. One will capture my attention based on my mood at the moment. The words linger, in my thoughts.  I did a prompt for Poets United today, to write a poem inspired by a quote.  I think it will offer a varied view. Yes, like a big quilt without any particular pattern, but threaded and stitched with emotional impact. Poems need to have emotions swirling around them and leave an impact or give you something to connect to.  If there isn't any emotion can words lift you, make you see or feel something in a different way?  Maybe lift is wrong, but writing does give us wings. Wings to journey, where we may not dare or can afford in our real lives. And we can travel back in time or go into the abyss of what the future may look like.  Does your craft give you wings?

 

Umbrella Fountain by ~kissofcolour

"The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts."~Marcus Aurelius

Life's layers

arranged like

stale bread crumbs
scattered
on time worn path

did the birds

eat them or

did you find

them?

 I found

fragile faded paper

 words

like sticks
dried acorns

and cascading vines

with apple pink

ambrosia
and
 slow

unfurling spring green

ferns

cascaded with pearls of

iridescent rain

lit

sideways their

  half lights

distilled
alter
my
trip


 I found

dust modes that dance
in

subtle light
through
sepia photos
gathered
they

blend and blur

my 

blueprint

of 

youth

Fermented past

dipped in
 arsenic and Irish lace

smells of cobwebs n' dust 

bitter sweet
dried orange peels
with cloves

answers
in riddles
was it

fool's gold
or real
woven in the tapestry
 of gray

Their dampness

needs love
and light
to open
their embrace
or they'll
wither

in the

musty guttered rain

 soul's vision

billows out

like crystallized smoke

against
the indigo sky

twinkling thoughts

still shine like
delicate
heirloom gems

a tiny light
still
illuminates
your
path
like the golden sweep
of the
midnight sun


it's magic
lies in
vanilla
canvas
where birds
sing
and long gray shutters
open to
bordered red geraniums
buzzing hummingbirds

lift the window

 let your soul

breath
old fashion
sweet peas
their fragrance

gives a stop

and

takes one

*Give a stop and take one is about the allowing light in, through a camera's aperture.  I am comparing it to what we see and don't, as one's soul becomes dyed with life.