#Poem – One Day The Universe Will Ask You For Your Energy Back / 12.03.17

We are not separate
You and I
We are just separated
From time to time
In space and time.

And in the grander scheme of things
This is just a brief severance
The awareness in lacuna
Glimpsed and so quickly forgotten again.

And,
There is some spot
You can neither see
Nor predict
On time’s horizon
A singular destination in which
We are all due one day.

You can never know
What it is,
Where it is,
Or when you’ll get there
But one day you will
And you and I will be reunited for good.

Photo by hjzla

#Poem – TRAPPIST-1 / 01.03.17

Your feet touch the floor of a building
And that building touches the sky
The sky touches the atmosphere
And the space between the stars
And more spaces,
More stars,
More places.

And maybe there is another person
In one of those places
Millions of years or light years away
Their feet, if they have feet
Touching the ground,
If they have a ground to stand on
Their understanding
If they have an understanding
Of the universe
As we think we understand it.

Maybe they think alien thoughts
Of the unbroken chain
An interlinkage
The unbroken series of events
Maybe this person spares a thought for you
And wonders in an alien way
What you might be like.

Photo by Rod Waddington

#Poem – 16.01.17

You once said that I should write a poem
That covered how hard it was to write a poem
So I did;

The poets who spoke of love
Laid down the groundwork before me
They said everything that needed to be said
A thousand or more years before I was born
They took the best of it for themselves
Leaving us with what appears to be
Literary pitfalls
And romantic cliches
Because
In their own way
These people knew
How to describe you in the candlelight
And I wonder if there are any words left for me to try
And
It feels as if
There isn’t
But words will have to do
Because I think they are all I have

These words
It’s like I need more of them
Or better words
My current supply
Does not
And cannot
Encompass
The frame of mind I find myself in today
The things I want to tell you
Like my recall;
The touch of your skin
The smell of your hair
The sounds you made as I stroked your back
No
This cannot possibly come close to
A description of the feelings
I have gone through
Since first seeing you
And walking out of your door

I clearly need a new language
To describe things
Like what it’s like
To look into those lapis blue eyes
Or what the sound of your laughter
Feels like
Or the shape of your face
Framed otherworldly in the light of a wintery late afternoon
As you stood by the window looking out into the courtyard
That smile you gave me over dinner
Or the way you cocked your head like an owl
Supposedly a thing that I do myself

Words are a limited means of conveyance
Especially for experiences
Deep like these
No metaphor I can reach for
Feels like it hasn’t been done to death
No commentary on the human experience
Or the human condition
Lit up by love
Has not been said better
By someone who can say it better than I

So
What is there left to say really?
Other than how easy it is to say ‘I love you’
But how hard it is to describe how much I love you