Philosophical talks between friends is more than stimulating, it can be healing and inspiring. Often I find myself too deep in my head for my own good, and it is a conversation with a good friend that can usually bring me out of my well-guarded shell and back into the reality of life. I cherish that.
Here is a very brief glimpse of a chat with my dearest friend and poet, Kelli Geopfert, and the poem she wrote after one of those conversations.
“Life has this “butterfly” effect – everything is connected to everything. I can find meaning in that when I stop to explore my own life and troubles. A little introspection is good – examining our lives to find what matters, or if we matter at all. I have found that even one slight, one tiny movement, can change the course of water – like a pebble that is tossed on the lake makes endless ripples as it skips across the water. A decision made lightly, accidentally, or premeditatedly, can affect lives that are yet unborn and change the path of the living forever. I have experienced that. How then, do we reconcile? The butterfly, yeah, it must be in the balance, in the changing. We are all connected, we are part of each other and all that we endure in this life will no doubt be part of another person’s story some where down the road. Makes me want to pay better attention.”
Once again, her words and the love behind them set my heart back upon it’s wings.
“I just come alive with insight and imagery when we talk about certain things, because I know you see the accordion-like dimensions we shift through in life, some musical, some not so musical, but ever-changing…”
Wings and Whispers
by Kelli Geopfert
Little slivers of miracles
Dancing cymbals of hope
The glass shimmies across
The snow, on wings of ghosts
Mercurial light
Between the shadows
Flickering in and out
All glistening and hallowed
And we ourselves slide
Between lights stricken
By fragile beauty and the
Bounty we are given
If we pluck one flower
Ere its time
We kill a thousand fields
A poem a rhyme undefined
Leaves poetry mere prose
One word from a life composed
Of fleeting sighs
And mute gestures
One poem metered fresh
Like a mass of night vespers
One man by friend or foe
Betrayed
Leaves many in
Earth-born graves
One tree planted
In fury and hope
Becomes an orchard
Full of dreams and ghosts
One soul kissed is
To love mankind
One soul’s death
Is prelude to mine.
For happenstance
Is merely a theory
We are chained together
By one query
Why are we here
In this bubble of glass
If not to hold what’s
Within our grasp?
To dance among fires and
Tinkling glass
To hope that Phoenix
Flies at last.
Interludes of candor
A love forged-fresh
Keeps us dancing
Above the ashes,
Grasping for slivers of
Miracles
Singing what we
Once dared whispered
We meet between
The sliding shadows,
Exchanging glances or kisses
By a trust hallowed
And the lively glass
May crash wide and far
But oh how lovely
The prismic shards.
© Kelli Renee Geopfert 2018
Beautiful artwork featured is by Elliette Johnson, you can find her work here.
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