Sunbeam, I
I daily pour my heart out
Like water in the bird bath,
Sustenance for each of you.
I serve up cracked corn,
Simple seeds of wisdom,
Nutty, crunchy knowledge.
My spilled blood nurtures,
Fertile seed beds flourish,
Sprouts rise, buds bloom.
Some birds take flight, soar;
A tidy garden grows, thrives,
A tidy garden grows, thrives,
But my light wanes, steadily.
You shine, my young friends,
My spirit flows through you,
But my soul is growing dim.
If a wick, I, me would trim,
Shed the excess, diminish,
Lose light, gain longevity.
But I am not a wick—
Enjoy my light, bask,
It will not last for long.
7 comments:
Like an incantation, or prayer in many ways. "I pour my heart out ..."
A real beaut, Michael!
A ray of light is a promise of spring. I love the way your poem connects everything to the source. My favorite words are,'crunchy knowledge'. Thanks for the opportunity to bask in your verses, one more time. =D This is a beautiful poem, Michael.
At least for a moment, you slowed "time in her winged chariot" by making us think about how to live in the face of brevity.
Edna St. Vee would be proud...my candle burns at both ends...
I love the language and form that hsrkens back to formal odes. The details make this poem beautiful.
Another beautiful one. I love shedding the excess and lost light to gain longevity.
I have nothing to add to what was said, except it's another poem I had to read aloud and savor.
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