Patterns I
*****
Not moving (I’m
stopped dead in my tracks)
Thirsting (where or what is the
life-giving well?)
Nothing happens (just going through my
routines)
Underground bulbs are pushing inexorably
through cold soil
Here and there tips have appeared.
Some even declare their ‘can do’
through full
emergence; greeting stray rays of sun in winter’s stillness
This poem might
be called ‘cyclical’, don’t you think? But it feels more like
patterns to me, so that’s settled it. Oh,
go on. Pray - do tell, quickly!
Alright then, lest the zigzag of
this poem induces nausea
Patterns of
not moving, thirsting, nothing happening followed
by insights
that illuminate the tangled strands of my consciousness
Clarifying,
realising, energising, life-affirming – a big, bold shout of YES!
*****
It makes my life worth
living
this
and the hope to manifest the dream
someday, somehow
somewhere
Patterns II
The beauty of
revelation –
The song of the blackbird at dusk
The priceless
nature of insight –
The worth of a beloved person
The
nourishment of realisation –
The river flowing fully and freely
***
Plucky robin watching now, ever hopeful –
It
will be alright, trust me
Golden wheat gleaming in the sunlight –
The heat of a lover's embrace
Waves rolling to the shore, relentlessly
–
My breath, rising and falling
