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')


Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.)

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29 September 2011

Building

I am building my life stone by stone.
It was always so. I didn’t know it.

Each decision puts in place
a foundation for the next.

Gradually, one by one,
they all fit together.

I am building my life stick by stick.
It’s natural. I only just noticed.

Every new direction creates
forks in branches, fresh twigs.

It becomes a structure,
lacey and intricate, with leaves.

I am building my life word by word.
Shining like diamonds, they are nails.

The nails of my words
hold everything together.

They can fasten stick to stone
or stick to stick. Even stone to stone.

I have built a house.
I have grown a tree.

I have made the house secure.
I have used the wood; it will last.

It’s a good, safe house. I like it.
But mostly I am out, climbing the tree.

30 Poems in 30 days: 28, building something


Submitted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry #76 and for dVerse Open Link Night Week 19

9 comments:

  1. HEY!! I'm a tree-climber too.

    Your nest sounds gorgeous, strong and inviting, like your soul!

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  2. Aww, thanks Jannie. And thank you too, krouth.

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  3. This is an amaing poem and an interesting take on how you were built.

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  4. oh i love climbing trees...spent half my childhood on trees...smiles... i like your poem rosemary..the building..step by step...piece by piece..and somehow yes..it all fits together

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  5. very quaint - I used to love climbing trees also. we should be out living the adventure :)

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  6. ha...yeah i dont tend to stay inside if i dont need to...cool that it is your words that hold everything together...cool write...

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  7. I like this line best

    Shining like diamonds, they are nails.


    Well-crafted, uplifting read.

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  8. Thank you, people, for the kind comments. :)

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