Monday, 25 February 2013

The Path Of Contented Resistance





So much going on with work of various kinds, distraction is medicinal. I have wandered through some old papers, found this poem and written a sort of postscript to it. A bit rushed, a bit distracted, but happy.


1992

Solo


I cannot fall in love today

It will only live in one house
And I won't stop moving


The day before I may have

Stood at the gate, wishing
Dearly to be let in


But the air outside

Was fresh and the view
Needed exploring


Tomorrow my boots may be

All worn down
My head spinning with sights


Then I will choose my loveliest place

Lay down with the flowers
Who comes to me there can stay


And a love that is real doesn't care

At all for cement and fences
It moves easy as grass under breezes.



2013

Duo


Moon overhead

Heavy with shine
Follows a gravity


A fidelity

Pull and lustre
We see it as we feel it


We move with the lug

Experienced
Through the swell of it


Smiling under

The weight of
This light


  



3 comments:

  1. Thank you for posting these, Lisa.

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  2. Beautiful, Lily. I sure enjoy your poetry. You're definitely an Earthling.

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  3. You are most welcome Suze: I couldn't sort out the spacing issues, the verses are supposed to three lines each. But it was getting late and I decided not to stress over it. Otherwise the weight loses the light!
    Likewise are you welcome, Geo. I am rather at home on this planet, although it's not always apparent :-)

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