A Poem Today
turn the page dip your toe in the chilly waters unfettered by past obligations
at last you sit comfortably in your chair no more worries
watch the morning unfold turn around check the footprints you leave behind
traces of your being stretch out on the grass examine the clouds
find animals and people kings and queens elephants and things
confident you did your best your enemies may hide in ambush still you do not worry
there is much to be done thrust your pen to paper train your eye on the horizon
you speak the language of ordinary sheep often misunderstood
still to be on the safe side you spell the words aloud twist them
seek new meanings sort them into families slowly they begin to bloom
like flowers in springtime they spill onto your apron quickly you put them on the grill
heat them up cook them through it is no safe place after all
heat them up cook them through it is no safe place after all
the bobble doll wobbles repeats words and phrases forward and back
strings them together like popcorn ropes at christmas drape them across the page
July 31, 2016
8 comments:
so, first line i read as "a Poem; today" as in the day is a poem waiting to be unravelled and writ. i like that middle part about breaking down the words and arranging them, its like helping them find their way.
ah love this journey to a new destination, a poem..nice, meditative thoughts...
I love this line:
"find animals and people kings and queens elephants and things"
And man, this sounds like heaven:
"at last you sit comfortably in your chair" ... I don't think I've ever felt that. I'm more of a floor-sitting, pop-a-squat kind of gal. ;)
"still to be on the safe side you spell the words aloud twist them
seek new meanings"
Always! I can't stop!!!
"they spill onto your apron" ... From this down, wow ... I adore.
Thank you for this magnificence.
I resonate with "you speak the language of ordinary sheep / often misunderstood" .....and like the setting down of the words and trying them new ways. I am behind at this end, will E you soon....
I hope you are not worried about speaking the language of ordinary sheep. We often see our writing like that stylized and typical but that isn't the case. Like the birds we all sing our own song and yours is unique.
Love the idea of training our eyes on the horizon as we seek to spell out words, twisting and finding in them new meanings. Beautifully penned (as always)
Lots of love,
Sanaa
you can sense the calmness within the madness of the world...one piece of life upon another, ending in thoughts of strung popcorn, ending like the year, in Christmas...bkm
Wonderful!
ZQ
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