Adventures Across the Barricades

adventures approaching and across the mysterious barricades


Gauze Windows

Posted on July 29, 2012 at 1:05 AM

free-wheeling dragonflies

turn circles in the noon-hot

humid skies.

forever-humming bees

run round the nectar-heavy

orange blossoms.

where was it

that i dropped my heart?

somewhere among the pads

of lilies wet

with warm-willow waters

bright spark-feathered


swim in and out of 

pools of light.

and my heart sings clear.

i find it

resting under

cool shady limbs

of fern.

i see the writing

of wise ancient 

men and women

scattered across 

its surface.

i see below

as clear

as ancient streams,

like reading


through gauze windows.

derbeh - july 2012

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Reply ayli
9:47 AM on July 29, 2012 
Very poetic, Beh ;) You even mentioned Tolstoy :)
Reply rosamund23
8:59 PM on July 31, 2012 
Yes... I find myself distant sometimes, watching, knowing... letting go of that past.
Reply rosamund23
8:52 PM on August 16, 2012 
I like, very much
Reply tink bell
12:44 AM on October 10, 2012 
I have childhood memories of lace curtains dancing in the breeze...
and a best friend and I sitting...
our backs to the wall below the window...
living in the imaginary places...
to which classical music carried us...
on that same breeze.