I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

This blog is not, 'Here are my very best poems'. It's for work in progress, subject to revision.
Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

8 September 2008

The Quest

Prompt: Write a poem that's a parable. I'm cheating on this one, being pushed for time, and using a poem written some little time ago.

I looked for you all my life,
found you in many places.
I lusted after your beauty,
saw it in many faces.

But each illusion faded
as the world continued turning.
The days drew on to sunset.
I saw the horizon burning.

'That's fine,' I said to The Mother,
'If that is how it must be.
This journey into sorrow
has held much joy for me.

'I thank you for the pleasures
and for the lessons learned.'
And I prayed for a spirit companion
while still the horizon burned.

I travelled across the horizon,
plunging into the dark.
There was no ground beneath me.
Ocean and sky turned black.

Sunrise flames on a new world,
a horizon flooded with light.
All names and faces merge as one,
and I sing on my forward flight.


14/5/08

3 comments:

  1. Love your imagination, Rosemary! This will be a bit bout all the work, but my special favorite is "Traveller." my daughter, Riley, has a stepdad, but they are close in a different way. Have you ever heard the song, "Shiver Me Timbers"?

    "Traveller" made me able to smell the ocean again. It was an actual scent, ripe with life. Thank you for that gift, my friend.

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  2. Thanks! Not sure I've heard that song you mention, though I know the phrase.

    I hope you clicked on the link on the website page, to hear my friend Clive Price's musical version of "Traveller"! It was such a thrill when he did that.

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