Michael Shepherd

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0320 Forget Me? Not! - Poem by Michael Shepherd

To see the greatness of Creation
- greater than science, greater than religion –
and perhaps to see in mind, perhaps to praise,
look to the smallest things.

Even before the mustard-seed of faith
today I choose - the forget-me-not, and its thoughtful seeds. It
has this habit of, each year, colonising
a different area of the garden; and I wonder,

what is its essential character? Is it
like that prim, fussy, difficult elder relative, for whom
you’ve carefully arranged a day out somewhere
then when you tell her as a nice surprise she says
oh I’ve been there, as if you’re just thoughtless and
that puts the kybosh on it?

or like some energetic missionary – plant the seed
of faith, then move on fast, don’t wait
to see whether it’s taken root, move on, there’s
so much more to do, so many souls…

or like some far-eyed, romantic Wild West pioneer,
who looks into the glory of the setting sun
and pushes onward, ever onward,
to unknown splendours under a Western sun
until one day, there’s blue beyond the furthest ridge?

or, like a child with sparkling eyes, mischievous, laughing,
saying, let's play hide-and-seek, now close your eyes
and count to ten, no I'm not there, or there, or there,
I'm here, and here, and here...

or is it Creation’s memory of itself, itself,
reduced by some wise cosmic greatness
of the miracle of miniaturisation
to a still small voice, so small
that only the eye can hear it,
blue as an angel’s clear blue mind,
saying, forget Me not



(for Scarlett, who added to the fun)


Comments about 0320 Forget Me? Not! by Michael Shepherd

  • (4/18/2006 12:55:00 PM)


    Deep, meditative, and visual. Cracking poem. And dedicated to one of the nicest people on the site.
    Best wishes,
    Gina.
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  • (4/18/2006 9:58:00 AM)


    I'm trying to imagine Christ telling the crowds about having faith the size of a forget-me-not seed...and it sounds much more poetic than a mustard seed. Guess people in those days hadn't seen too many forget-me-nots...but what a reminder that would have been to always remember HIM. Good poem, Michael.

    Raynette
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  • (4/18/2006 9:43:00 AM)


    Or maybe it moved on so you would notice it, as things which are static seem not to receive our notice. (Report) Reply

  • (4/18/2006 9:43:00 AM)


    Cool poem Michael, and wonderful meander through the why's of lifes choices of view. It has a great flow too. Forget Me? You must be joking! lol 10 from larger than life and smiling truly, Tai (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 15, 2006


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