Greetings, my delightful digital friends!!
I have been told this week’s poem can be interpreted in several ways… I cannot wait to hear your thoughts!
For me, my focus was the contrasted imagery in this piece… meadowlarks and seabirds, butterflies and moths.
And hopefully, those images compliment the narrative journey, the mantra of “seek me” which unfolds.
But as to what that journey is – what it all means – that is completely up to you.
Please let me know your thoughts, feelings, and reactions to this poem in the ‘Leave a Reply’ comment section at the bottom of this page.
-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️
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dimmer with knowing
do not seek me
in the quiet of the morning
listen to the meadowlarks
gossip over the doings of the night
take solace in the grace
of pale blue butterflies
the majesty of silent transformation
those faint wisped winged kisses
when we whispered soft,
seek me perchance
in the tumult of a seaside gloaming
feel the cries of seabirds
raucous in their discord
take heed of their learnèd urgency
for they perceive the desperation
that hunger, that longing can bring
hear them sing all souls
toward a faint skyline
that grows dimmer with knowing
seek me in that place
where the white moths swarm
on tattered gossamer wings
frail against the gathering darkness