David Lacey

Rookie - 287 Points (2/3/87 / Middlesbrough)

Singing To Insects - Poem by David Lacey

Singing to insects – dancing circles upon damp earth.
Bare feet – New dawn – Blessed birth.

I remember well the man I was, the boy I used to be.
I remember well all that was as mine a gift to see.
To smell, to sense as to feel. I remember now a time
When love and life felt real. Now my chest grows tighter
A solar phoenix flaring, a solar phoenix sharing.
So many years I have searched, perched upon the crossroads
Now I find my home, at one with flesh and bone.
I rest at one with the whole my own. I love my heart my home.

I am at one with the sadness that darkness our age
I am at one with the page in turning
By the river sleeping – By the river slept
By the river weeping – By the river wept
I am at one with the fire there burning
Open your eyes – reveal the skies enshrouded.


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  • (3/27/2008 2:05:00 PM)


    Beatiful poem, gracefully worded. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2008



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