Love’s
Ancient melodies
Play at the corners of my mind.
Faintly do I hear them
for
Fear
keeps me
in a padded cell.
I call out
“Love, do not forsake me”
FLABBERGASTED
I see
Love’s orchestra tuning up
all eyes on me
their
Maestro.
This picture was taken at Mesa Verde National Park in SW Colorado inside an adobe which is part of the cliff dwellings. The cliff dwellings were home to the Pueblo people for over 700 years, from AD 600 to AD 1300. This was one of my favorite places on our US tour. I highly recommend a visit here.
Wonderful, evocative and symbolic photograph, Maggie. The ladder invites me to climb, and the spill of light is full of promise.
ReplyDeleteYour poem made me smile, and especially the revelation in the last few words.
Love,Deb
This makes me think of Dan Fogelberg's beautiful song ...Leader Of The Band ...Colorado is even mentioned in it.
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Deb- When I was writing that poem I really felt 'flabbergasted' when I was struck (once again) with the knowing that I am the maestro of love in my life. So the ending was a revelation. Don't you find we have to learn the same life lessons over and over and over? xo maggie
ReplyDeleteWanda-so I go and listen to Dan Fogelberg's song
ReplyDelete...Leader of the Band... and it is beautiful.
So thank you for the gift of leading me to him. I haven't heard him for years. Not quite sure why this makes you think of him but glad it did.
I was just listening to him about 5 minutes ago singing 'Here Comes The Sun'.... his version and it was wonderful.
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The Blue Ridge Gal
Beautiful photo with that shaft of light!
ReplyDeleteI think I am hearing your same music today...
ReplyDeleteDi- I just went and listened to George Harrison sing "Here Comes The Sun"- boy that brings back fond memories. Thanks for the comment.
ReplyDeleteDutchbaby-welcome here. Glad you like the photo. I see you like photography too. Will watch your blog and see what you come up with next.
ReplyDeleteJinksy-you've got the gift of humour I see from your blog but also some great wisdom there.
ReplyDeleteThe combination of poem, music and photograph make me think of escaping somewhere, anywhere. But that's spring for me, too. My two favourite seasons are autumn and spring. One signifies closure, and the other beginning. Thanks for such a fab post, I enjoyed it a lot.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
Cuban-Spring here is taking its sweet time coming and it makes me want to escape to where the buds are in bloom and the grass is green. Great to see you've come by for a visit.
ReplyDeleteSweetheart, this is such a beautiful photo.
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This photo!! Oh, this photo. I would be more than thrilled to take a photograph this great. WOW!!
ReplyDeleteAnd then there's your words... My, oh my. You do have some kind of talent.
Christina and Relyn-coming from you two a compliment on my photography is welcome praise.
ReplyDeleteThank you both. I admire both your blogs so much and am tickled you've come to visit.
Til next time.
The photo is brilliant. And so is the connection that you and I are maestros of love! Inge and I were talking about something like this at dinner, that we are the authority in our lives. And what you're saying in your poem is that we are the authority of love, oh it's wonderful.
ReplyDeleteLove listening to Fogelberg, thank you. I feel uplifted.