Thursday, January 20, 2011

Invisible, for Sunday Scribblings.

Invisible is the chatter in my head,
the one that sneaks in
when I ask for
only silence...
It is the swell of joy
that fills my being
when I am inspired...
Invisible is the future,
for I can only dream it..
Invisible is the past,
for only memories remain..
Invisible?
I am not
:)

6 comments:

  1. The invisibility of the unredeemable past, the undetermined present, and the unknown future, cloaks the you who will make all three elements explicable. Very good poem.

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  2. Ooo I like that Old Altonian. Thank you for sharing and thank you for the kind critique:). Have a great day!!

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  3. Well said Natalie, we are not invisible.
    Thanks for visiting my blog.
    Pamela

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  4. btw Natalie do you make this jewelry?
    It is lovely.

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  5. Yes I do, Jewelry, paintings, dabbling :) It's all fun :)

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  6. My comments are starting to feel the same, but I really love your poem. It leaves on such a bright note! Beautiful jewelry too!

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