It takes a life time to write a poem.
For we are that poem.
We are that lifetime.
We leave the safety of a warm cocoon,
one that wraps us in our gentle embalm of trust.
And in this wholly venture,
of life now aroused.
Comfort is questioned.
Love oft spilt,
like a shimmering of milk,
flavoured on pages lived.
and this is us.
The knights spent, satisfied.
Discourse now a cacophony shattered.
But it is with presence that we remember and hold.
That the truth is waiting, always.
In bide of time.
Jubilant as the holistic Clementine,
tucked amongst the serene pages of yet to come.
and still …
We are as sprinkle infinite, shredded as the coconut that falls as thought from our palm.
Ss March 18, 2011
As I wrote this poem I was thinking of a drawing by the talented Loui Jover. It was so clever in its simplicity and made me smile and think, as all Loui’s work does. I love the idea of a message delivered to ‘us’ on our desert islands via this ‘bottle’ and the precious possibilities then open to ‘us’.
Thank you Loui, for allowing me to team your fantastic drawing with my poem, you are one clever dude!
The gorgeous AnniG has set a writing challenge for anyone interested, to use the following words in a poem. I find this soooo tricky to do, but offer my word sprinkle and encourage others who would like to give it a go. :) Thanks for the motivation Anni, Twilight moments
comfort; shattered; presence; safety; infinite;
jubilant; knights; untouched; trust; serene;
gentle; waiting, satisfied, truth