I last performed a hearty hub
to background sounds of a country pub,
those noisy vets, yet how I roared,
my stance so solid and assured.
My voice was neither fast or shy,
for two whole hours i was truly I.
..
But where were you that dauntless night?
Hunkered low in pain or fright?
Holed up in trouble, clothed in fear?
The mirror twists and you appear.
.
And so we two performed as one,
for loathing will not silence song,
beaten low – as silver snakes,
thrown – soaring birds, or what it takes.
.
Work with me in meditation,
hear my voice in contemplation;
we’ll rise and leap and crest and fly,
til you are You and i am I.
Fab
Thanks Dunc. How are you today?
Much better thanks. Almost back to what I laughingly refer to as normal.
And I did like your poem
Great poem – nice rhythm.
Thanks. It’s been a full week – not much time to write poetry – just this one evening which lit a candle. Enjoyed visiting your writing too x
Thanks for stopping by and thanks for reading.
Like Duncan said, FAB. Always love reading your words
Always happy to see you 🙂
So many roles we can play – it’s nice if we could be our whole selves without playing any games.
“til you are You and i am I” Beautiful! All poems should end so pitch perfect!
i wanted to say, “yeats would be proud of you…”
but perhaps it’s the other way around….
Thank you for your kind comments. A good solid start to the day – may even put pen to paper 🙂