start right now
a search for somewhere green
to put it in;
lush terrain and carve a garden
from hearts through fingers sow -
thanking Pachamama
then share the earth on ground,
bless and transform trees,
shape wood with children's dreams;
our homes.
When evenings come and circles form
I'd watch eyes being born
into bonfires calm.
~~~
There is really not much to say for this poem, I believe it speaks for itself.
Monday, 26 December 2011
Monday, 5 December 2011
Heart Pips
"Hey big sir.
You hang like a sleeping
flower; dangling, seeing the passing
clouds through rain pools".
"Turn your chin up,
stop, breathe and
smell the air
grown man, drink the rain;
nutritious, makes you strong".
"Now please come play
with me under that old tree
near the roots
let's search for pips".
"I've heard they'll crack and
one day be sprung with
the fruits of the heart.
Big sir
don't you believe that?".
~~~
This is an older poem of mine. It is about a child who speaks to an adult. But not just any child, it is our inner child. Through an extended metaphor of a flower, pips, roots, a tree and fruits - all organic things that grow from the rain - the child is telling us to start seeing the world as it is. To embrace it and stay true to our hearts' desires - to grow our heart pips. I really believe we as adults have a lot to learn from children and their way of being.
You hang like a sleeping
flower; dangling, seeing the passing
clouds through rain pools".
"Turn your chin up,
stop, breathe and
smell the air
grown man, drink the rain;
nutritious, makes you strong".
"Now please come play
with me under that old tree
near the roots
let's search for pips".
"I've heard they'll crack and
one day be sprung with
the fruits of the heart.
Big sir
don't you believe that?".
~~~
This is an older poem of mine. It is about a child who speaks to an adult. But not just any child, it is our inner child. Through an extended metaphor of a flower, pips, roots, a tree and fruits - all organic things that grow from the rain - the child is telling us to start seeing the world as it is. To embrace it and stay true to our hearts' desires - to grow our heart pips. I really believe we as adults have a lot to learn from children and their way of being.
Saturday, 26 November 2011
A Tree Lives On
Green sprouts innocently
in short vicinity
of a scorched trunk;
begged by a blackened floor,
urged on by fallen rain
in birthing red of dawn upon
the night when lightning struck
indifferently.
~~~
I recently won a poetry competition under the theme of "healing" with this piece, so I thought I'd share it as my first entry. I wrote it last year during a train ride with a thunderstorm outside. It's about a burned down tree, struck by lightning, whose nutritious ashes - with the help of the rain and sun - gives birth to new sprouts and thus carry on in nature's resilient cycle of life.
in short vicinity
of a scorched trunk;
begged by a blackened floor,
urged on by fallen rain
in birthing red of dawn upon
the night when lightning struck
indifferently.
~~~
I recently won a poetry competition under the theme of "healing" with this piece, so I thought I'd share it as my first entry. I wrote it last year during a train ride with a thunderstorm outside. It's about a burned down tree, struck by lightning, whose nutritious ashes - with the help of the rain and sun - gives birth to new sprouts and thus carry on in nature's resilient cycle of life.
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