Friday 28 December 2012

Rambling


What shall we talk about – what’s up
(we’ve got a little bit of time)
and who will speak and who will follow whom
(what’s new upon this kitchen table top)

and shall we circle round and round
(with eyes and ears and touch and tongue)
giving little pats-on-the-head
(and will we choose to work, eat, dance or sing or sleep)?

Who shall we please and who not please
(tomorrow and tomorrow’s ace
encounters, meetings, semaphore)

or hate or care or love, respect,
or look across the surfaces
and feel for sudden truth - and trust?

7 comments:

  1. There's something about a kitchen table... It's where life begins and ends and everything in between. It's where I write and where I love to talk with the people I love. Your last two lines cut to the heart of it.

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  2. This is a great poem. Very thought provoking.

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  3. O yes I really do think the great TS would have been very happy to have accepted this as his OWN!

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  4. This guy, hey you, so very fabulous.
    Deeply impressed)))

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  5. Delighted I followed link, a very carefully crafted poem, lovely imagery and beautifully expressed. Thank you for sharing, Kevin.

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  6. Life revolves around the home and heart,your poem shows it.

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