Warm Poems for a Warm Evening
Please welcome Jocelyn Boileau to the blogging fold! And enjoy her beautiful poem here. Thanks so much Jocelyn.
Do You Know Who You Are?
“I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy, the evolutionary intelligence, the lift, and the falling away. What is, and what isn’t. ~ Rumi
Do You Know Who You Are?
Are you the light that filters shadows
through the leaves across the wild yard?
In through the window
on to the couch. Dancing.
Are you the moth, fluttering?
Hitting itself again and again, against
the glass? Intent on escape. With no way out.
Are you the moth-dust smudging the sill?
Or are you the feeble wings
whose silent beats effect a cause
on the other side?
Are you the mind that thinks these things?
Are you the fingers that hold the pen
that write the words
that turn… to madness?
Best not to think on the who
Dwell instead in the where
Do You Know Where You Are?
In the when and the why and the what
do you know?
Do you think this is you, sitting here
next to the plotted geranium bursting with smiles?
The geranium’s fragrance reminds you of Aunt Jenny
who gave you your very first plant
to care for and nurture and watch and water
in the house with no garden, no view of a tree.
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Thanks for the fabulous poem, Jocelyn! What a great break in a working afternoon.
And thanks to the website elves for continuing to bring great guest blogs to the site. Keep on keepin’ on!
I think I am …
a tightly closed bud,
hugging herself, safely
surrounded by brilliant poets,
their words melting away
time,
moving the sun,
whispering to the dew,
as I begin
to crave the light
and flourish.
Thank you Jocé. Love, love, love your poems.