April 3. Today’s task, to write a poem that obliquely explains why you are a poet and not some other kind of artist – or not something else!
I wanted to explore the idea of a poet/person having more than one side and choice in how they might experience the world. I chose an image of the Roman god Janus and harmony in Korean calligraphy as my inspiration – that and the Blackbird at 6am this morning.
He hates the daily wake.
My oyster shell morning is prised open by a scalpel beak of bright yellow.
Precisely dipped in harmonious oils, it paints the air with a melodic rainbow.
Then fades to silence as a passing waterfall in my ears.
He walks to work.
I stroll; beaming, bubbling miniature golden suns held aloft on stately stems sway and smile my way.
Pigeons and visiting passerines pose me questions to which my head library has no answers, and that’s fine; that job is not mine.
Above the hedge, above the streetlight, above the houses, above the clouds; a sound. Where are they going, where have they been, imagine all the things they are yet to see or have seen.
His day is done.
Time flies like a space station across our life skies, trailing a galaxy of stellar memories left twinkling in our hearts.
Aromatic sounds, colourful scents, fondle-some sights and questions, questions, questions.
Always the questions; and painting; and connections, hopeful connections; but never answers.
And never done…… ….
Missives & Musings 