what seems like chaos as chaos is in the making is more than chaos yet something less when in truth there is no truth until all is sorted, arranged, placed, removing any semblance of the chaos that is held within the thoughts that created it
Plain sight cannot deny a truth without camouflage, your subtle brushstrokes never relying on memory hidden within the ebb and flow of life, always open to the new as it unfolds, willing an insight of what may be repeated, though never taken for granted. In chords that stroke the soul, I have seen your true self.
This poem is inspired by The Quiet Places, by Stephen Tanham. Please read the original. It’s a short read, and the source of the photo.
The journey is never over. Never complete. Always open to interpretation.
Destination, always changing, a matter of conjecture. Beginning and end have no significance.
The return is just a stop along the way.
I have been inspired by Ron. Lavalette, the master of the sevenling, to write my first.
Sevenling ~ created by Roddy Lumsden, a Scottish poet ~ a seven-line poem composed of three stanzas ~ first stanza ~ three connected or contrasting statements, or a list of three details, names or possibilities. (all of the three lines ~ or ~ contained anywhere within them) ~ second stanza ~ similarly contains an element of three, connected directly or indirectly or not at all to the preceding stanza (again, anywhere within the three lines) ~third stanza ~ a single line that should should act as a narrative summary or punchline or as an unusual juxtaposition ~ the tone should be mysterious, offbeat or disturbing, as if only a fragment of the story has been told ~ title is optional ~ if used, then “Sevenling (first few words)”