Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Monday, 4 June 2012
Suitcase
Lindens in that place above, below
Shared by earth and sky
Sapling by sapling with the Rowans
Set back, set forth of the Weeping Willow
Born of timeless barks shadows on the Silver Birch
Would that these definitive species
Say something equal of me
As with your butterfly
That entered on the waft
Of summers midday breeze
Tea served on a companions tray
New friendship, hostess and traveller
An overnight guest; we walk a parkland walk
Soft talk, dreams blended with meditations
Back at the piano, Satie's Gymnopedie
Pages turn on the symmetrical score
Gardens with lilacs, roses in bloom
Iced Martini, lemonade too, brimming over
Conversation; preparation for the after dark
A meal of suggestive spices, delicately laced
At table, wine with impeccable taste
The best of clothes, perfume chosen
More than to say hello, before candlelight casts
Shadows where only our shadows are allowed to go
a poem from In & Out of Dream Space Love Embellished by Visitations click anywhere on the text for details