Stories are written in the margins
of life,
on broken wings,
on calloused fingers.
Love breathes oxygen there.
Life exists
where black and white
transform into hues of grey.
Where dreams are tasted
but not lived.
Where dreams are tasted
but not lived.
Truth is questioned,
loyalty is tested,
shadows grow wings
abandoning the darkness behind.
All the little scars and indicators of living sure have a story to tell.
ReplyDeleteYeah.....Thanks.
DeleteYou had me at the opening 💜 exquisite write!😊
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteSometimes, the bigger story in life is written in the margins. Tis, sad when dreams are tasted, but not lived.
ReplyDeleteYes...almost always.
DeleteI really love this truth.....we live our true lives and learn our lessons in the shadows.....that is where the wisdom resides.
ReplyDeleteSo true...for so many.
DeleteStories are written on broken wings. How beautiful, and true. Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry.
Delete' shadows grow wings
ReplyDeleteabandoning the darkness behind.'
An indelible line of poetry.
Thank you, Wendy.
DeleteQuite vivid imagery. Lovely write!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Vivian.
DeleteStories written in the margins and on broken wings.. a beautiful truth. The best stories always are.
ReplyDeleteYes...they are. Thank you!
DeleteBeautifully written! And so thoughtful.
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly!
DeleteI like your philosophy here. So much thought!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary.
DeleteYou're writing is always an inspiration. xx
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary. Xo
DeleteStories are written in the margins
ReplyDeleteof life,- love that!
You had me gripped from the opening line
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Deleteah, the bittersweet taste of Dream...
ReplyDeletethe longing for ladles full of it!
Ah.....
DeleteI loved this piece!! Each words!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Annell.
DeleteLove the opening line of this poem, Ayala. So much conveyed in such a small amount of space.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rudri.
DeleteThoughtful and deeply philosophical. This is a poem to be savored over and over again!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bev.
DeleteThe first sentence of the poem took my breath away, Ayala. Such a description of life. I worked a lot with the elderly as a nurse (and now here I am, one of them). I often have thought of how our bodies bear the marks of our journey.
ReplyDeleteThank you dear friend.
DeleteThere wouldn't be a story without those imperfections.
ReplyDeleteTrue.
DeleteMuch wisdom here.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
DeleteLove the opening verses Ayala ~ Hope you are well ~
ReplyDeleteThank you, Grace.
DeleteLife is such a confusing mixture of impulse and influence. So hard to trace the pedigree of truth and dreams.
ReplyDeleteTrue.
DeleteTruth is questioned,
ReplyDeleteloyalty is tested,
shadows grow wings
abandoning the darkness behind.
So much wonder extended yet one may be left by the wayside. The world can be offering lots of challenges to balance the unfairness! Rightly so ayala!
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DeleteWhat stories are written in the "margins of life" (and I love that phrase)! Such a lovely write, Ayala!
ReplyDeleteLove the margins of life and the wings on the shadows
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteThe stories that our bodies tell, no words needed. I really liked this poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteBeautiful ! That's life in a nutshell...
ReplyDeletei got even more out of it the second time around. a wonderful write!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry.
DeleteWhat a beautiful way to describe the stories of our lives. Loved this.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteGood on the shadows...
ReplyDeleteThanks....
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