Following spray painted arrows on concrete stones
A flower child spins in circles, creating tie dye swirls, looking up, dancing for the sky
A mosaic of flower petals fit neatly together on the ground where they fell
Smoke from burning incense floats, creating cloud formations at our knees
Hints of the past emerge, a resurrection of another time
But this moment soon blows away
The dance ends
Petals are swept with the wind
The smoke melts into the ground
And I continue on my way, following spray painted arrows, but not empty handed
Originally posted October 15, 2015
Lovely & haunting poetry! When did you visit Pere Lachaise?
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Years ago when I backpacked through Europe. We followed spray painted arrows to Jim Morrison’s grave site where we found a flower child in tie dye dancing… It was a surreal experience…
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Sounds like a cool trip and one you’ll remember for a lifetime! That’s definitely one of those places I’d love to visit.
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Europe is amazing. So much history and culture to sink in. Hope you are able to visit someday…
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Someday….Glad to visit it in your poetry 🙂
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Stopping by your blog, reading your poetry….always feels like coming home. I feel comfortable here with your words.
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Such an amazing compliment. Thank you, Suzanne!
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Beautiful poetry. Makes me think about some far away dreams, don`t know why. You inspired me to continue writing a blogpost of my ex-love-story.
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Such incredible words to hear. I’ve never in my wildest dreams thought I could inspire. Truly touched by your comments. I wish you well in your writings. Looking forward to reading your words.
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Thank you) Have a nice day!
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Woow! ❤
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