Wednesday, February 20, 2008

On Why

We have met, and we both know how.
You have happened to me, and I think I know why.
Perhaps it's synchronicity, mysterious in itself;
Two lives, like Spode, stored safely on a shelf

But now needing to be needed, put back into use,
Risk being shattered.
Yes, if dropped, we could break,
But please use us, for God's sake.

4 comments:

writerwoman said...

The second stanza, with its fear and its braveness linked hand in hand, takes my breath away.

Leanderthal, Lighthouse Keeper said...

Thanks so much for telling me that the words I wrote down in an attempt to describe feelings, touched you.

This poem is one of sixty-some which I self-published in 2001 in a collection, The Poet and the Pendulum.

It was intended to be a kind of memoir for my four sons and their families. Several people have told me that I
should put them out there for others to read.

And so, recently I have posted a few of them on my blog, The Thirsty Muse.

I'm happy that somehow you came across it.

Tell me about you and what you are up to.

Crafty Green Poet said...

I like this one, the comparison you make is nice.

Thaleia said...

Can you feel your soul touching mine
can you feel it, it yearns all the time

It longs to be with you
to be held, to be loved
It longs to be with you
to fly away like a dove

Can you feel your soul touching mine
can you feel it, it years all the time