Alchemy
Why do you do it?
Never got it myself
Had to read some at school of course
But what's it for?
It's a bit personal isn't it?
Shuffling of feet
Averting of eyes
I mean, feelings and so on
Best left unsaid?
I had a look at one or two
But no, no comment
I'm busy and -
Blushing pink
Awkward pause-
I'd really rather not
You have a way with words
Me I was more one for maths/ science/fill in the gap
Defensive now. We're British!
I mean, feelings and so on
Best left unsaid?
Let's have a go then
What is it for? Maybe for
Bottling memories, for painting the scent of a day
Or for giving thanks for the sharing and the wearing
Of a trouble or a smile
Or again for writing out grief
Releasing the bee's sting
Or for happiness, playing in words
Or provoking a laugh or a tear
Finger-tip hanging, death-defying
For staying alive and for being alive
So there's joy in the creation
Sweat in the polishing
And oh! the reward in the sharing
Calling to another soul
Across separateness and silence and selfness
Myself I think it's magic, alchemy
The new rock and roll
Roaring and whispering, dancing and weeping
It fills my head
And my wish for you, dear reader
Is that one day
Questions and complexities and abstruseness
All put aside
It may speak to you
And you may hear its sweetness
Hounoux July 13th 2009
Why do you do it?
Never got it myself
Had to read some at school of course
But what's it for?
It's a bit personal isn't it?
Shuffling of feet
Averting of eyes
I mean, feelings and so on
Best left unsaid?
I had a look at one or two
But no, no comment
I'm busy and -
Blushing pink
Awkward pause-
I'd really rather not
You have a way with words
Me I was more one for maths/ science/fill in the gap
Defensive now. We're British!
I mean, feelings and so on
Best left unsaid?
Let's have a go then
What is it for? Maybe for
Bottling memories, for painting the scent of a day
Or for giving thanks for the sharing and the wearing
Of a trouble or a smile
Or again for writing out grief
Releasing the bee's sting
Or for happiness, playing in words
Or provoking a laugh or a tear
Finger-tip hanging, death-defying
For staying alive and for being alive
So there's joy in the creation
Sweat in the polishing
And oh! the reward in the sharing
Calling to another soul
Across separateness and silence and selfness
Myself I think it's magic, alchemy
The new rock and roll
Roaring and whispering, dancing and weeping
It fills my head
And my wish for you, dear reader
Is that one day
Questions and complexities and abstruseness
All put aside
It may speak to you
And you may hear its sweetness
Hounoux July 13th 2009
Wow !!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteYour comments my dear friend are getting more and more cryptic! Wrote this in bed at 1 a.m first draft anyway. Have been so surprised by people's reactions to my writing poetry. Thanks to Gill and to you who still keep responding- I really do appreciate that, xx
ReplyDeleteRushing about as usual but just felt the powerful emotions behind this one. Wish I had the words myself. I see you with clouds of words like a halo and whisps of ideas struggling inside your head to be released- you could paint that. You have a wonderful gift Sally- thought provoking too.
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