 Running about the garden, with my little yellow net.
Tottering in and out of borders, wondering what life I’d met. Chasing fellow brethren, through flowers and the veg. Pulling wings off Cabbage White, avenging atrocities of the dead. Then one moment that did change, you appeared above the hedge. A power came to greet me, placing love in heart, in wedge. So vibrant in your colour, yellow, magenta, cyan, black. Shining well beyond that of mine, I could never now look back. What pleasure had you brought to me, in one mere fleeting glimpse. Little did I know then, how long before meeting hence. Three decades flew by, plus a year or two besides. Travel needed to foreign lands, different times and tides. But there again you were, in garden, bobbing through the bush. My pulse began a racing, to a beat I could hardly hush. For here you brought an energy, like which I had never felt. Throbbing up my vertebrae, my body began to melt. A tingle and a rush of blood, my head was all a swoon. Giddy with delight on seeing you, one moment not too soon. All ablaze in sunshine, of daffodil in hue. A dream to be together again, just that of me and you. But what about the purpose, connection thirty years apart. A thought I must just ponder on, not knowing where to start. And so a journey then began, of peak and then of trough. Of looking for my life and path, before spirit cried enough. A dozen dances of the wheel, had come and gone by then. Camped within Druid valley, awash with poetry and of pen. Nights spent under canvas, daytime in and out of lodge. A training in completion, no false identity to dodge. Here I was in element, to nature in just keeping. Touched so deeply by the land, tears continued on the weeping. And so it was upon the vale, where swallows kept a coming. Swooping low and fast, bringing messages of becoming. Darting here and darting there, a gilding and a sail. A flish, a flash, a loop or two, one glorious coloured tail. Whispering ever so quietly, each one they said the same. My mirror that of Swallowtail, I’d found my medicine name. By Simon Blackler Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 If you care to comment on this poem at all please feel free to do so below.
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 Lament there is apparent, of a bloom that’s here and gone.
Opportunity that has been lost, of petals now are none. Time is of the ebbing, minutes sped past so very few. I’m left reminiscing, of mere seconds spent with you. I travel near, I voyage far, for one more tiny glimpse. Can’t bear the thought of another year, without your scent or sense. My heart lifts just one final notch, when at last you come to view. A solitary head upon a single stem, to you I must ensue. A flower of rare beauty, a floret of such gem. I think about you daily, with that special type of chem. I dream upon the hour, where united we are once more. Where my pulse can beat a pace, back on cue for sure. If I am to think another thought, to keep you in my mind. Wishing that I’d seized the day, when there was more of you and kind. I long for your return, when passion is forever here. Where to you I can pledge my trust, and little of my fear. Such a catalyst you are, of enthusiasm and fervent. To live each moment as if my last, without question of repent. Walking with you hand in hand, apathy a thing of the past. Carpé diem with the Wild Rose, love unbridled and very fast. By Simon Blackler Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 If you care to comment on this poem at all please feel free to do so below. |
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