In the living is discovery. And in the discovery lies the gift.
We but pick it up. And cup it gentle, cup it tender.
Hold it loose, not gripping hard the fresh young shoots of green, gift growing gentle.
And so it is with poems, little bits, morsels for the mouth and heart.
Pick one up and hold it to the light
To see what in the turning round may yet be revealed.
Little secrets tucked in tight. Little clues to life and love.
How precious they that found me waiting.
I was not sure, what I was hungry for.
Craving ravenous in my soul,
Until they climbed aboard,
Held strong like barnacles biting down and gripping hard
To the bottom of my boat.
Or was it to the bottom of my heart.
The poems and I.
Or is it I who bite the bottom of the poem and hold on tight,
Catching a ride with it on the ocean of mighty words,
Wild and free,
Floating on the mighty sea of words.
I am joinging some bloggers over at Tweetspeak Poetry, a premier play-place for poets, word lovers, artists and photographers. They are a poetry daily and an award-winning press and the fine confectioners of WordCandy.me
We’re sweetening the world with a little poetry, once a month here with a blog post. I’ll be tweeting some wordcandy to friends and followers. And sweetness will pop up on Facebook and Pinterest too.