-- Falling into the Poem --

by John Herlihy

Falling into the poem,

Descending into the words.

Floating down thru the air,

As free as primitive birds.

In a blanket of flowing waters,

Coated by enriching silts.

Awash in lilting surround sound,

My heart trembles, then wilts.

Encased within a hollow drum,

Rhythms reverberate as a hum.

As rain drops falling into the sunlight,

As moonglow illuminating the night.

At ease in the cocoon of a butterfly,

Nestled amid the feathers of a nest.

Reveling in the lantern of a firefly,

Lost within the poem is my quest.

Words as sparks igniting to flame,

Verses as children without blame.

Falling into the poem without fear,

Trusting beauty lies everywhere.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Thursday 16 January 2025