meditations on impermanence

there is something wild 
in how fortune loses its bones
when backed up against hills 
of the umber and sienna of my home 
traced in the spirals of longing 
and the disturbance of sleepless fretting 
over the material focus I've unlearnt 
and learnt all over again 

so that I 
may grasp the ethereal 
and unwrap moods 
like a present day after day 
unaware of the past 
and how it conflicts with 
a future deck of cards 
I long to hold and remember 
when old and infirm and touched 
by the irrefutable lightness 
of compassion 

I will hold onto all of this 
and sing from my belly 
of the stars and the heavens 
and the earth beneath my toes 
holding onto 
the breath of unborn orphans 
and the shimmer of clasped hands 
over a moonlit night in the forest 
dancing to the emptiness and healing 
of becoming one with 
the stones


02/04/14

Reviews

[Violet's Run]

I happened on this by chance and was drawn to read this beautiful serene poem of the march of time and our state of impermanence at least our bodies..
"I will hold onto all of this and sing from my belly of the start and the heavens
and the earth beneath my toes
holding onto
the breath of unborn orphans
and the shimmer of clasped hands
over a moonlit night in the forest
dancing to the emptiness and healing
of becoming one with
the stones"

Love your choice of words and the way you thread this feeling of stillness and eternity into a poem about
impermanence. It is tranquil in its acceptance and just lovely all the way through. Your images are super and the breath of the unborn orphans is just short of genius... awesome write..
susan this one goes in my library.