Lizard Listening Poem by Helen Wilson
Lizard Listening
A lizard ironed onto a rock,
Lissom limbs loaded
With cells that feel the earth’s pulse beat…
Lazy lizard; goaded.
Not so, the wise among you say –
Laud the lizard’s languor,
For he takes time to hear the quiet;
He does not act in anger.
‘What does he know, ’I hear you ask,
‘Laden not with longing? ’
He knows the moment here and now,
No past or future thronging.
Perhaps he will be preyed upon,
Lying lax and lightsome.
Yet will that spoil his listening?
Nay, the present is too ‘brightsome’.
Hi Helen, A bit of a tongue twister in this..........very lovely poem. I enjoyed this very much. Sincerely, Mary
I like this Helen, and the Lizard can be a bit of a Chameleon so as not to be preyed upon........welcome to PH. All the best, Diane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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From the very first line - 'A lizard ironed onto a rock' I knew that I would enjoy something in this poem. Well, I did. I liked the phraseology, the sensuality and the feeling of 'c'est la vie' it all left me with.....great stuff, Helen. Love, Fran xxx