tripped at a walking pace, flown in a song
Upped and left without a word
unvoicing its regret
sensing the times no longer suit
that strife and stress inimical
will choke the breath at the point of life
smother the fire to smoke?
Oh is it true the poem's gone
borne on a warmer breeze
in at the window like Peter Pan
to gladden another's heart
who'll turn the kaleidoscope
tumble
watch the words as they fall
and capture a passing rhythm
rhyme
a moment's happy chance?
11th March 2014, Hounoux
You took the thoughts out of my heart! Thank you for putting them so precisely!
ReplyDeleteBless you Jenny, for still being out there, reading, and even more for your response! That has really gladdened my heart too especially to know that it touched a chord with you. It was such a relief to find I could still find words and I'm going to find more again now, I think. Just looking at the spring flowers,the blossom on the fruit trees and yesterday having a blue tit sing to me as I hung out the washing; who couldn't be inspired to pen on paper eh?! I always think when looking at hyacinths at this time of year, of that poem I wrote and your response quoting someone who said if you have nothing much left, buy hycacinths before food, to gladden the soul. Love to you
ReplyDeleteHi discovered your return. Imagine you surrounded by words always. Nice to know at last you are still enough for them to come to you as a poem. I can almost smell your landscape and join you at the rotary drier in my imagination. X
ReplyDeleteThank you Jude. It's lovely to think of you out by the whirligig with me!
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