The sea serenades sweetly from dusk to dawn changing colours following the footsteps of a radiant sun and luminous moon. I am drawn to the portal promising a life of adventure the ebb and the flow, the waves calling calling to be conquered, to be won a quest that ignites a fire in my chest I taste its sweet brackishness in my dreams
and yet… my heart sings soulfully a homely tune mooring my wandering, restless thoughts my arms ache for warm embraces, my eyes tear up for beloved faces my steps turn homeward of their own volition the truth of my existence lightens my being some questions have no answers and some answers are not worth seeking.
Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Grace, has asked us to try our hand at Zen poetry.
If it is about the matters of heart no picture can do justice nor paint every emotion, every desire you need exact words to convey what the heart is feeling every throb of heart needs decoding.
That sudden flush of first love; when your heart thuds loudly against your ribcage and you are sure everyone can hear the deafening sound the heartbeats seem to tattoo an unknown emotion in your chest overwhelming you so much that you are unable to speak no picture can capture that!
You need words to express that first exquisite kiss when your lips fumbled to find theirs and how that kiss had you in raptures that coursed through your veins with the intensity of a thousand forest fires.
What about the bottomless pit your heart fell into when it was broken how it took you eons to retrieve each piece each shard was needed to create the mosaic it is now the raw pain and agony that seared the soul only words can define the agony.
That overwhelming feeling you had when you held your firstborn for the first ever time the tender, confused, fearful thoughts no picture could have conveyed the cavalcade of emotions running through you.
No paintbrush can put feelings to canvas no camera can click on cue the way words are able to communicate emotions need articulation through words pictures often present incomplete stories.
Today’s challenge is to write a poem that argues against, or somehow questions, a proverb or saying. They say that “all cats are black at midnight,” but really? Surely some of them remain striped.