Allrighty - we're back on track, right where we should be! After a great weekend of fun in the sun, it was back to work today. Complete drag, as the weather was really nice out, but hey, Monday happens. Unfortunately, Monday is also always right on time, while its younger sibling, Friday, always seems to be dragging its feet in getting here! Damn you, Friday! Be more punctual, or arrive early for once! We now return you to your regularly scheduled poetry update.
I Seek a Space
I seek a space,
still and silent,
a celebration of emptiness
where soul and spirit survive
on silvered moonbeams that sift through
the clouds of a summer's eve.
There I thrive,
thrum-thumping heart and breathing
through the thin-walled evening melody
of the trilling thrush in the thicket.
Somewhere, sighing in the brush-border,
circling the space I've set aside,
is my old self, who cannnot enter
the sacred space of stillness
and silence.
Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid
1 comment:
This poem is fun to say out loud, since it has a lot of great vocabulary choices. It's like the ghost of some Romantic poem, enjoying the sound of the language as much as the meaning. There's a quiet mysticism about it, too, that's sort of gothic.
Gollum would love reciting this poem!
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