Sunday, July 10, 2016

July 10, 2016 Sunday's Whirligig/ Love -- The Sunday Whirl/World of Unknowing --Poets United Poets Pantry


so what do you mean when you say love      a special feeling for something or someone

taking something as your own       you identify with it                wild or otherwise

caring for something      creating room for it in your heart      love blooms in every season

in the spring when you are young and free      you take risks            the time of the child

carefree through summer's long hot days                              dreams fulfilled

embrace the moment                   each day bright and shiny                      a holiday

end of summer comes too soon                                         holding on

all the while knowing all will be transformed                                    into autumn

you are older now and so is it...                                   or he or she...

or something else...       the mature years              snuggle by the fire on cold afternoons

your vision clearer                your hopes and dreams checked            soon enough

when cold winds blow            chill your bones                       the world transformed

winter white                           winter days                               winter nights

journey's end                         crystals sparkle                       a life fulfilled

give what you have           it is your only reason for being            otherwise it is irrational

Jul 9, 2016


What is Unknown

the door swings open         i don't know                       should i laugh or weep

in this place of unknowing      a little smile shows        at the corner of my lips

there is a wit about it all       i came into this world without knowing        i live

breathing in and out              i grow                                always in that same state

no matter what i learn           there is always so much more           i do not know

there is a pair of little birds     who have made a nest outside my door     something so small

so ordinary                            so familiar                                so exquisite

i do not know how to make a nest                         it is said it cannot be done by man

it is as though                      i am locked out                          separated from knowing

remain in the dark               it is up to me                              to quilt what i do know

into the whole of who i am             wrap myself in the warmth of my own making

i lift the corner                      collect the spice                        that is found between

shocked that there is always so much more to learn                       i do what i can

satisfied it is the way of things                              in this world of unknowing

July 10, 2016


thotpurge said...

to quilt what i do know into the whole of who i am wrap myself in the warmth of my own making... beautifully said.

brudberg said...

I love the fact that there is always new frontiers to explore, new things to learn... how truly boring it would be otherwise-

Sanaa Rizvi said...

I agree, thank goodness for variety and opportunities in our world.

Sumana Roy said...

love the element of awe at the vast unknown...on the other hand scopes, chances and possibilities are endless too...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

A wonderful poem about love. I especially like the comfort of love in winter by the fire. Love the message to give what we have, it is the reason we are here. In your second poem, I love the word exquisite to describe the miracle of birds nesting by your door....a gift. Love the idea of wrapping ourselves in warmth of our own making.....wise words, my friend, much life wisdom in this poem.

Jae Rose said...

Two beautifully crafted pieces that almost knit together like quilts.. The room to love..the passing of the seasons..growing and then focusing in on those little birds. Opening the room up from inside your heart.. Collecting as much of the world as you can to make your nest..which I believe we can - isn't it said no two nests are alike so yours is just right for you - I do hope xo

Mary said...

Two beautiful poems, but I am struck by the second one....thinking of the fact that even if we live a lifetime and learn many things there is a lot that remains unknown to us nonetheless.

a-childs-laughter said...

These two pieces go together. The loving and giving that allows us to still find wonder in the small nest of birds, built as we have built our own, one twig, one piece of knowing at a time.


Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

Absolutely beautiful pieces again Annell...yes there is only is all we have to give and get in return. And we can only do our best!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Two deeply thoughtful and thought-provoking pieces. I do love the birds-nest, even though it made the speaker feel separate.