Walk west –
exploring green lanes –
walk west again –
hidden beaches
secret water
the wild remedy
the places in between.
A poem I found on my bookshelves, for Bjorn at dVerse.
Let’s give it some flesh:
Then, we could walk west,
exploring green lanes,
lingering. Leaning on gates.
We will walk west again –
we’ll find hidden beaches
plunge into secret water.
This is the wild remedy
for all hurts, these are
the places in between.
Each chair holds a story
because we each hold a story
of love or lust or dreaming
and the blue flowers hold the sky.
The scissors click and clack
and the voices rise and fall
and each chair holds a story
because we each hold a story
of fear or pain or sorrow
and the blue flowers hold
the heart of the sky.
A silver tree grows
and crystals sound like rain.
My coffee tastes bitter
down to the last drop
and each chair holds a story
and the blue flowers hold
the soul of the sky.
Toad Susie asks us to find a poem in the world around us:
For today’s challenge I want you to write a poem from your immediate surroundings. For example where I am sitting there is a vase of flowers, silver thermos, a mailbox nameplate from my father’s mailbox, a window, a rather sickly violet, books, a clock, a tape dispenser, the whir of an air conditioner. I could go on and on. Your poem could be a combination of what you see, hear, taste, feel, just pull from the spot where you are writing.
Sarah writes poems 