September Returning
First thoughts, uneasy
Waking to the cloud
The mist of the morning
Enveloping the land
Probe if you must
But gently
For still it lies there
Where? Midriff high
I’d guess, beneath the low lintel
Of my human heart
Beating, old faithful
But muffled drums
Pressing, oppressing
No sudden movements
Sidle slowly, with care
Take first cup of tea
And cradle for warmth
Season for grieving, leaving
September returning
My Autumn is here
First thoughts, uneasy
Waking to the cloud
The mist of the morning
Enveloping the land
Probe if you must
But gently
For still it lies there
Where? Midriff high
I’d guess, beneath the low lintel
Of my human heart
Beating, old faithful
But muffled drums
Pressing, oppressing
No sudden movements
Sidle slowly, with care
Take first cup of tea
And cradle for warmth
Season for grieving, leaving
September returning
My Autumn is here
September 24th 2009, Hounoux, for my Encouragers and friends, with love
We shall need to be keeping hankies by our computers. As you know I am a novice with poetry but certainly beginning to understand more about the way it can communicate. It is strange how in the west we tend to engage in our feelings and thus therapy but in my yoga the idea is we observe, acknowledge and let go. Expressing in words has always been tricky but I have often been able to find a visual analogy.It might seem a very naive thing to say but since reading your poetry there have been times when the penny has dropped! It can be much more East in terms of a moment of quiet observation and then moving on.
ReplyDeleteI do love the summer, but there is something quite magical about the early morning mists in autumn.
ReplyDeleteI do love the Autumn too, but it is a double-edged thing for me. The mists here, hanging in the valley in front of us, are amazing as you say and do look like a scene from a magical land sometimes. I am just feeling the melancholy particularly at the moment though, as our son is tonight on his way home to Oz, with his family.
ReplyDeleteHere is the poem which Jude wrote which shows how much she and I were in tune at the same time. I love it and it reminds me of my own Dialogue and also of Self Talk too.
ReplyDelete.
Inner warrior (or worrier)
Look me in the eye,
don’t dare defy!
Listen to what I say
I’ve had enough today.
You give no warning,
early every morning
you sneak in my bed,
worm up to my head,
like a mist, invisible shroud,
a heart stopping cloud
of what ifs, self doubts,
my enemy, I want you out.
Fear is your name,
your game, the same refrain
of threats and deceit,
nothing ever sweet.
your twisted views,
and loathsome news.
So- if you creep
whilst I sleep
with sword in hand
up to you I’ll stand
and cut you down to size.
I’m getting wise
to keep you in proportion
from now on I’ll listen to caution.
Sent by Jude, 26th September 2009