Good morning wondrous people of the world. How are you? Well I hope and filled with loving energy.
I was working out which new poem to share but then realised I haven't delved into the website with you. It has only been going, literally, for weeks. In turn perhaps I should stay with it for a moment. Introduce it to you properly. Let you know how to discover a mix of my work. You may know, you may not know, that the photos you see are all ones taken by me. My fingers upon a camera. A creative side I enjoy playing with and must do more of. I promise (myself) I shall...soon...perhaps today (or tomorrow). You click on a pic on one of the three poetry pages and then ta-da, up comes a poem. Read and enjoy. Today I am linking you to each page. Three poems that connect with one another to create one piece about friendship, life and love. A conversation had with a dear friend one day about what will happen next. In Summer 2019 I shared it at Port Eliot Festival. A gentleman came up to me afterwards to tell me of his love he lost and how he connected with the words I shared. I gave him the copy I had in my hand, the finished piece. It was so lovely to have this conversation with him and now share with you. It turns out the piece I gave him was the only copy I had of it completed. So here you read what I have put together with the original typing pieces and notes stored in my box of creativity. It seems a little different yet still my poem. A Tree A Bird - Part 1 A Tree A Bird - Part 2 A Tree A Bird - Part 3 Or, you can read it all below. Enjoy, enjoy. You plan to be a tree I plan to be a bird As we head to our next life Our third I will make home along your branches Search for seeds amongst your roots Tickle my feathers with your buds Coat myself in their fragrance As they open with spring love I will use your leaves as shelter From the golden summer sun And dance with them as they pirouette To the copper autumn floor I'll take your twigs as arms To cradle my winters nest You plan to be a tree I plan to be a bird It is where we get to be Together next Then you say how trees live so much longer than birds A long time, enough to carry and hold my family line down to the twenty third How you will have to reconsider this option If I am to be with you and you with me As strong and supportive as you will be holding me in your branches It just is not the same as carrying me in your arms As beautiful as those moments will be Watching me dance with your leaves It just will not be the same as peering to see my hands held in yours As much as you will smile as you open your buds The ones I tease eager for your fragrance and spring love It just will not be the same nestling together, both as doves So many people So many lives Will pass your side Watch you reach further into the skies They will not know you carried love in your past eyes How she, me, had to leave you behind The one who tickled you on her last night With her beak of speech and feathers of warmth The one who took flight and never came back Back with the morning light Then I think Oh how I worry you will be left alone with a broken heart Perhaps instead I should become Ivy Wrap you in thread Breathe with one another Kiss kiss Weave, caress Our roots as beds Deep in the south We will climb and stretch To the north, to the east and west What do you think might be best? The inevitable arrived A print of your heart inside I pondered these thoughts, these words, these lives for days Until this vision came, another option, a solution, the answer They say it comes in threes Do you agree? I know why I’m meant to be a bird It is because I will pass from this life first It is ok though I will travel skies, comb lands Until I find your home through the cherry blossom outside There is where I will make nest By the top window Beds next to next Dawn breaks with the opening of your window You nestle into your armchair Book in hand I rest on the ledge Leaf in beak You strum your guitar I pitter patter with my feet I whistle as you speak I caw when you cry I chirp when I see your bright eyes This season, into the next Each spring I am back Until together we call Watch the cherry blossom fall I glide down to the pink petal floor Gather seeds, one, two and three Plant them in the distant fields Right down by the sea I return to your side as sunset arrives Together we disappear into the warmth of dusk Light up as the nights first stars Rise together in the morn The first and second shoots of our tree roots The love we once lost comes together Bound by the third shoots weave They say it comes in threes Do you agree?
0 Comments
These days of sunshine have poured over my garden and soul, enlivening me. Oh how I love spring. The life it brings. The beautiful song of birds. The opening of buds and hearts. It is blissful.
In turn I have remembered a dream and then a poem I wrote in January but not yet shared. My longing for spring and summer. I will wait Wait until the sun comes up Before I unravel myself from this land Wrapped in warmth and visions Filled with trails and roads of last night's dreams Where I worked and walked the skies and trees Journeyed to a destination never seen Lined with life's vitality I will lay here in the darkness Where visions stay strong and true I will lay here in the warmth Amongst the spring and summer of my sleep Until I find the courage to rise To walk my winter paths; dark and deep. --------------------------------------------- Thank you nature, the seasons you bring (although sorry to be selfish, spring and summer are so for me and even the changes of autumn, but winter, I do so struggle). |
BlogBethan loves the tales of life. From a moment of truth to the journeys we create with our wanders and imagination. Archives
September 2021
Categories |