Words Experienced as…
Moments alone in candlelit darkness
Removed from day’s imitation
Invites quiet as comfort
Closing one’s eyes
Reveals childhood playgrounds
Where companions shared Alone
Telling of secrets
Once stories filling idle time
While cocooned in tree-house intrigue
Such memories
Like under-rock-secrets
Found in shadowy woods
Forever remain as straying-off-trail discoveries
One’s finish line for life’s stormy relay
A cross-country run through time
Finally becoming the dial-face in the sky
For some
Time’s aspect bears not a father’s face
Nor the big and little hands of a mother
Once, gently nudging hours along
Instead
Paternal time now relaxes
Daliesque
All names eventually merge
As a lamina among leaves
Embraced by the wind
Where remembrance flickers
Like one’s book of candles
Timeless pages once read by their own burning
Now
At last
Finally
Peacefully
Alone
With experienced words alive.
Is that what people fear? Like you wrote, I can easily turn out two poems a day. Instead, I take a more leisurely course of one poem a week… largely because I post them both here and on my website so they have a presence on the Internet rather than on some old musty paper found in some future storage room or attic – never to be read again before recycled or burned.
Ron