I have decided that it is time to make this the site where my poems will be seen by the world.
Oh, and I promised a picture this time so here it is.
I shall publish one today. It has been through five drafts so far and this is where I want to leave it. It has benefited from Reny's remarkable editing capabilities and 'wordsmithing'. Thank you, Reny.
The poem is called 'Equilibrium'. Life is a matter of balance and, at last, mine is finely balanced. It's not perfect but time will prove the author of all that can be balanced.
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EQUILIBRIUM
Curled
in rhythmic slumber
her curves
a gilded lantern
lit by the slanting
harvest moon
Her ripeness
beckons
this reaper –
returning,
hungry …
The seasons make
a rug underfoot.
The river bank
a pillow for my head,
and for my bed
golden stalks of wheat
holding sunshine
in their whiskers
as the playful breeze of morning
runs its fingers through
those strands.
She stirs.
I slip into her
the way summer slides into autumn.
Fear lies scattered
on the threshing floor,
pain washed away
on a flood tide of compassion.
Caresses float
like feathers
past the windows of time;
We throw open the shutters
of a resplendent day
and bathe in the graceful glow
of dawn’s early flame.
