Enigma: Echolalia

Just a girl child, just a woman. After all's said or done - a human running through open mind fields patched with white wheat yield. Seeds sown groan-grown piecemeal pockets among throngs of lilies leaping up in colour song acapella red, blue, orange, pink white, yellow - genes garbled ink across a fertile landscape thrown. Solomon's glory dethroned. Symmetry of beauty and form reflection repeats patterns torn straight out of tangled bloodlines - ancestral kaleidoscope redefines her story as she turns stones over in a search for the unknown undistilled divine. Pretty pigments pile on palette, ready for the brush with life and death's indifferent strokes. Will her touchstone crush Springtime fractals fresh new green? Old patterns mirror reversion - silkscreen repeats on new fabric, and paper sheets are tailor made paper boat fleets for furious fight and fragile flight. Sins of the father float her form downstream, Times gorge rips apart her heart upstream. Rock hard walls bounce back sing-song lament and lullaby echoes out of sight... Today's throes can't dent the past long gone. Polyphonic sounds stream her away in rhythmic rituals from day to day... Hope will not fade to whispers feather light, further on in future's distant sight. In sunrise sky life flies up proud- Her heart echo beats in time, are loud. Doves and Eagles, lowly or great in their own just right, know no fear of unknown depths or unknown heights. Airfields are heaven high above, or on earth below... Wingtips merely move over heads of wheat, While lily leaves are sunshields in the heat. Aqua Marine. Just Musing. Posted 3rd November 2024.