As I fold and seal the poem below
into a turquoise bottle and toss it in the sea,
in the ocean that carries our words and thoughts;
I make a wish that it will reach some of you.
Please know, I now feel there is another poem,
a poem about how nature remained,
so true to its ancient self.
All the wonders of strength were there.
The sea, the bluest sky, the shimmering rocks.
Yes, I will tell you about that – another time.
Harmony and Discords
Was it so simple then
when I was a child, I ask myself;
Waking to the seagulls sounds,
as they happily greet the morning
soaring and sailing high above.
My heart feels lonely. lost,
there is so much sadness around;
Where once I felt simplicity and joy.
So many worries to attend
so much sorrow in many hearts;
I just wanted to sit by the sea
By the old cafe on the wooden pier;
Recalling the simplicity of life.
I listen to discords and angst,
my heart cries and I cannot sleep,
fearing the dark valley, these whipped up storms
Where is the harmony,
The simple belonging to life.
© miriam ivarson