When we write from the shell, the tent we live in
the clouds cease to hold their water, leaking cisterns
seldom inspire. But when we have been to the mountains
or riding the clouds on golden chariots, it is then
we can repair the scars, and walk on the heads
of snakes sneaking. Only when we are filled
can we offer a cup
of water
or give colors
to blot out
the grey.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Rivers Renewed 
This is a wonderful piece! It is only when we’ve seen the light and beauty in us, we can share it on.
Exactly yes! Thank you Ameena for your wonderful comments. I want to be inspired so I can pass it on. Peace!
very true
I love this! These lines especially spoke to me/left me admiring your way with words:
“But when we have been to the mountains
or riding the clouds on golden chariots, it is then
we can repair the scars, and walk on the heads
of snakes sneaking”
Wow, I’m blessed by your comments. Thank you so much! Peace to you and every good blessing!
Of course! Right back at you.
What a beautiful poetry, thank you!
Thank you Simonet! Peace and have an excellent weekend.
Wow! This is so lovely!
Thank you Vera! I’m very blessed by your comments. Peace!
You’re very welcome.😁
Brilliantly put, took me a while to understand but thanks to your discussion with Ameena, I understood and appreciate the poem better. A beautiful way to describe the human nature Nico 🙂
Thank you Ady. I love your comments and deeply appreciate you reading. Peace my friend and every good blessing!
I wish I could think as deeply as you and understand the world around me like you do 🙂 Peace 🙂
I am humbled by your words. I often wish I was more with my feet on the ground, instead of my head in the clouds! Thanks again.
You are the cool hawk you once wrote about, wise and soaring high 🙂
Wow, thanks again.
My favorite so far! Wonderful.
Awesome! Thank you for your wonderful comment. Peace.