Are You A Meraki? Poem by John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)



As a talented Meraki

Born with an incredible gift



Are you



But a mysterious seducer



Who tries to lift



The inquisitive minds of

Others



As you create emotional

Teasing bridges or

Captivating red doors



That need to be crossed



Or opened with your

Secretive sensitive keys



For the silently hidden

Readers



To follow

Willingly



Into your divine sacred

Hollow



Guided by your glowing

Weaving trails



Of enticing delicious vivid

Verbs



Into a familiar darkness



They sometimes need to

Visit



Even if they get lost



Before they lose their

Nerve



Or even swallowed

Whatever the cost



For even though

Some may call you



A charlatan



A new reborn King

Or Queen



Of somewhere



Totally

Cosmopolitan



A devious seducer of

Fragile minds



Who hold you upright in

CSF Fluid



Perhaps as sinners



Bringers

Even singers



Of so many lucid



Tragedies

Or sovereignties



That binds them

Within their

Seams



But are all your great

Epiphanies or epistles



From The Great In-Between



If they're translated

At their irreducible

Core



Can they be

Simply this



Live for any form of

Happiness



That you can ever find



And a loving muse

Who brings you such incredible



Bliss



As you try to guide them to

Paint touching emotional Pictures



Through creating

Lasting stories and

Legacies



Filled with sweet kisses

Music

Laughter or poetry



As your eternal fountain

And lyre



And to encourage them

To put them to good use



To never lament old age



As it tries to abuse their

Eternally youthful

Spiritual body



Once so beautiful

But still full of relentless

Fire



For their hearts may

Seem so heavy

And tired



In some sad moments



And they lose

All sight of the power

Of hope



To cope



Feeling raw emotions



Linked to grief

Love or serenity



Which suddenly appears like an Iceberg



Or gentle snowflake



As their peace burns

As it goes up



Each morning

As they wake



In swirling grey smoke

Like a sorrowful melody



But look me in these deep

Poetic eyes



And be lifted up in

Dawn's rose-flushed arms



To truly live



To find the courage



To look into life's deep ever Changing mirrors



And always remember



You have so much more

Mysteries



To still give







(C)

Copyright John Duffy



Meraki



A Greek word meaning to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself in your work.





Epistle



A poem or other literary work in the form of a letter or series of letters.