Filling the Empty Space

Filling the Empty Space

A Poem by icelandicblue

Stardust is sprinkled in my hair,
I have always been an old soul
but have never lost the luster
that the universe has bestowed on me.

The sun competed with the warmth
of his smile, but should he turn his back
his shadow was long and cold,
we are all two sides of a polarized coin.

We wait at the edge of the forest
and watch the flames dance along
edge, feral and free waiting for us
to incinerate ourselves in its glow

and add to that invisible glitter that
finds us despite our naivety,
because with each encounter
we sprinkle our own brilliance

into the vastness of our beings,
where it is cold, and the yearning for heat
is trapped in the cycle of completing
the illumination of the void that resides within.
 

© 2016 icelandicblue



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I loved the thoughts and the logic of your words.
"and add to that invisible glitter that
finds us despite our naivety,
because with each encounter
we sprinkle our own brilliance"
The above lines were my favorite. We need more sprinkles and our own brilliance forever. Thank you dear friend for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 7 Months Ago


I see that YOU have not lost your touch ICE.....Quite mesmerizing this one

Posted 7 Months Ago


icelandicblue

7 Months Ago

Hello Hello! How are you?

Thank you so much!
Dr. Wood ?

7 Months Ago

I am fine...drifting here and there between Facebook and Writer's Cafe
This is some brilliant introspection... Deeply thought evoking! Excellent work!

Posted 7 Months Ago


icelandicblue

7 Months Ago

Thank you for your kind words.
what a conundrum of conundrums! sheesh ..can one go any deeper into glitter and abyss? so much to absorb in this one ..had to read and read again ..better each time
E.

Posted 1 Year Ago


icelandicblue

7 Months Ago

Hi There Einstein~ sometimes it all feels like a glittery abyss. Good to see you. ; )
Einstein Noodle

7 Months Ago

oh Icey! so happy you are around again .. you have been gone too long! :)
Quite a bulge filled with wonder, your words have a colossal feel. In my trance of consciousness I dances in your words.

Whew! I feel a warm and fuzzy here!

Regards,
Al

Posted 1 Year Ago


icelandicblue

1 Year Ago

Thank you, everyone needs a bit of that invisible glitter!
I love this -- the way it captures that ever changing need we humans seem to have to fill our souls --

Posted 1 Year Ago


icelandicblue

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much!
into the vastness of our beings,
where it is cold, and the yearning for heat
is trapped in the cycle of completing
the illumination of the void that resides within.


AWESOME:) Always get to have your around, Icyblue:)

Posted 1 Year Ago


icelandicblue

1 Year Ago

Thanks Pryde. I always value your feedback, and I owe you many reads and comments that will be given.. read more
Pryde Foltz

1 Year Ago

It is so lovely to have you back:)
in last line did you mean "resides"

wow, as usual, your descriptions are incredible...yes, the cycle, we lost the naivety...and grow older, waiting for the flame to come back...but there is always something even in aging...we gain more wisdom and a different kind of brilliance...the stardust shines too...just like the glimmer of youthfulness that we once had naturally and then later try to maintain.

so good to read you again, Anne....

so good.

Posted 1 Year Ago


icelandicblue

1 Year Ago

Thank you jacob. We change and glimmer in new ways that are not always appreciated by society, but h.. read more

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