Rereading this poem…
O that Abstract Garden
O that abstract garden of being
Tells me to be brave, and clear,
In the fire of living,
And in the journey through the year.
So I will grow me like an oak tree
And make life’s honey like a bee.
Each day I will walk an interesting mile
And with the sun I’ll share a smile.
I will play again like a child,
And celebrate what’s wild.
I will swim in every sea or river,
And reflect the light of the sublime giver.
I will be at ease with opposition,
And will cultivate intuition.
I will walk the surprising streets,
And dance to life’s unexpected beats.
I will notice all the phases of the moon
And try not to act too late or too soon.
I will write something new every day
And look at paintings in an alternative way.
I’ll not dream the same way twice;
But I’ll not be shy to repeat what’s nice.
I’ll have the courage, when needed, to change;
And I won’t forget that life is strange.
And so I’ll learn to love the simple things
As well as the complexity that life brings.
Good or bad I’ll learn to treat the same
And I’ll not forget that it’s all a mysterious game.
I’ll not let that general fear of death run my life
And I’ll make magic even out of strife.
Into the higher realms I will enter
And make my corner the centre.
O that abstract garden, make me clear,
Make me brave, without fear.
I intend to love this rich new year
(Copyright, Ben Okri, December 2010.)
Reading between the lines
Energy flow fluctuates.
Could it be?
In another life,
Empty promises are concealed in soft pastel wrapping
Volatile outbursts precede the emergence of pastel wrapped boxes, heart shaped cards.
Deflating the bubble of joy that had begun.
With a move to warmer climes
I invite more light in, the darkness slips away;
Taking with it the bad memories and any trace of controlling forces.
Heart free, finally.
Love yourself! more shout the books, it’s been that same page for months now.
Oh, your words arrive just in time like a cool wind
Velvety and soft
Eyes close as your energy wills me on.
One of the things I enjoyed most about taking part last year in the Blogging University poetry 201 last year was the challenge of creating poetry inspired by the daily workshops. I often found myself jotting a few ideas, drafting a poem and then a few days later completing and posting. It was great to see the different tangents other participants had taken the subject and the online community feeling of creating together.
I like going back to poems and overtime crafting and shaping them till I feel they are ready and no more editing is required. With this version I think I’ve made it less dark and more coherent. What do you think?
The fresh veg from the organic garden eaten at lunch was divine
as was the Elderberry wine.
As a visitor to the centre of alternative technology
I learnt all about plant and roof garden biology.
A great place to spend some time.
An earlier visit to Roger’s field produces a large cumbersome marrow,
and courgettes, orange and yellow.
Natures true legacy unveiled
as oddly shaped veg are revealed.
An education and revelation that
some supermarket buyer choices can keep our expectation narrow.
This is my response to the Blogging University, Writing 201, Poetry Day 4 challenge – Imperfect, Limerick, Enjambment.