July 10, 2016

Folds of Life


Folds of life turn over and over,
as wind plays in leaves and clover.
Each leaf vein carries story of yore,
many more hide behind the door.

When transitions unfold,
much words stay untold,
struggling to come out,
in open they wish to sprout.

Folds of life rise,
beyond the eyes,
and shut in our mind,
as memories we wish to find.






14 comments:

  1. Very lovely by sight and words!

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  2. Thought provoking Vandana... how we seek memories that we wish to find xox ♡♡♡

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  3. i loved the lines 'and many more hide behind the door'.
    :)

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  4. Transition... like a blooming.

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  5. I love the thought of those specific memories... wonderful

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  6. A beautiful message of spring, of birth, of the dawn. The ending line taking us into memories of past threads together a story of life -- thanks for sharing.

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  7. Such a pretty picture in words.

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  8. luv this fun rhyme Vandana

    happy Tuesday

    much love...

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  9. Memories loom large at my time of life. Nicely done, Vandana.

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  10. I like the image of the wind playing in leaves and clover.

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  11. Memories. let them be-

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  12. Each leaf vein .... They are so delicate. Nice pondering poem

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  13. We live through constant unfolding....Such a beautiful, thoughtful piece.

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