Maybe it’s no longer
about
watching coloured buntings
flutter on
buildings, no more
rushing out
and coming back to youthful
haunts
speckled with scents
of night jasmine,
fallen in the dark
hours before dawn;
no more about where
the trips begin
and where they end,
which lines are drawn
and which left broken
and blurred;
It’s enough that you are
upon
this pebble-strewn
path, anchored
by wind and earth and these
watersongs.
Enough that it’s your hand
just above
me, stretched out in
silence and in love.
Back to being my usual mouse- and couch- potato self and happy to be back :-)
Back to being my usual mouse- and couch- potato self and happy to be back :-)
Glad you are back and reaching for the flowers of words!
ReplyDeleteooh, flowers of words! love that!
DeleteHi Nila - welcome back ... and settling back into the normality of life - where the imagination can wander off to new pastures, old grasslands with plenty of tales to tell, beautiful meadows burgeoning with ideas ... take care and cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteold grasslands with tales to tell - they are really my favourite kind of place! :) great to see you here Hilary!
DeleteGreat to read another great piece Nila. Funny the connotations words carry--I saw 'Enough' and sort of expected a rant, although that's not you. So I thought the poem was especially meaningful. Loved how you wrapped it all up in the last 2 lines: 'Enough that it’s your hand just above
ReplyDeleteme, stretched out in silence and in love.'
Denise :-)
Are you saying I don't complain enough? :-)) Maybe I should try poetic rants - tough job though :-)
DeleteHaving an attitude of gratitude means to live your life from the perspective of being grateful for everything that is.
ReplyDeleteLove this!
True that...and acceptance certainly makes life easier generally...less panic inducing :)
DeleteWelcome home!
ReplyDeleteLovely, your writing is like that sigh when you first open that door after a long trip. Glad to be home, to be settled! Beautiful!
Thank you! that's quite the loveliest compliment!
DeleteVery sweet and emotional!
ReplyDeleteThank you..glad you enjoyed the verse.
DeleteTruth rattles many sabers
ReplyDeleteWith words such as “it’s enough”
For as ones eyes see within their own
hearts no outer vision matters
“It’s enough” is our warm blankets
On those cold winter nights of life
You are back with words touching our inter souls
Truth rattles many sabres...it does indeed! liked that line enormously...'it's enough' can be so many things depending on how you say it..
DeleteI'm in love with your poetry, and the people who've commented certainly have a way with prose. You're inspirational!
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked the poetry...and the comments. Thanks
DeleteThis is so pretty! It reads so fluidly :)
ReplyDeletethank you :)
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