All my expectations plumb
the fallow heart and succumb
to that resignation that starts
to beat and hum and then charts
an exit, a surrender, a retreat.
I have stood on the uneven hill
I listened to the raven shrill
All my childish revelations
alight upon stony frustrations
I thought I knew, I thought I knew
all about what is good and true.
I plunge my hand into the earth
And tell myself to await rebirth
But single moments cascade
and in no time a decade
whispers then roars a tirade
Against what this wayward soul paid
the scent, the tamarind, so afraid
To burn to cleanse all desire
urges me to let transpire...
Time for an end to this lament
Or the rains will spew their torment
I pull my hand from the gasping ground
What rests what sleeps may never be found.
an excellent write with good rhymes and full of insight dear poet MJ Lemon.
WOW your poem grabbed me from the start: “All my expectations plumb the fallow heart and succumb to that resignation that starts to beat and hum and then charts an exit, a surrender, a retreat.” I just realised when I went back to copy another few lines I liked that I just love the whole poem. Straight to my favourites and a resounding 10++++
Simone, thank you so very much. I am grateful to hear that you had such a positive reaction.
'I plunge my hand into the earth And tell myself to await rebirth' the soil holds the potential for vast life species choices, definitely a germinating touch here.
I like to use this word as my never never land. I enjoyed this poem and learnt a lot from it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! The reader can really feel the full emotional impact of this profound poem. Defying death...so powerfully and brilliantly written. Amazing, my friend!
Very much appreciated, Richard. Thanks so much.