Down’s before birth
If you could change this life
for a real one,
- say - with a fulsome story
and a master’s hand
to maraud in a spanking world
maybe to spots more often lost
- would you go?
And feel?
Imagine you’re ready;
standing moments before birth
in pounding rain,
shivering with all anticipation
and calmly
turning down your little mind
to nothing – wanderer -
with such a lot to give:
perhaps it’s not so dark and cold
as you fight your way into a sweeter handicap:
rebirth
as fool, magician, simple wizard, king.
as fool, magician, simple wizard, king.
King
Here’s a hand from the right side
holding a tangle of cotton.
Finger and thumb from the left side
(turning before the wind catches)
take up the end of a blue one
and master it under the sun.
Vision
King Andrew sits upon his camping chair,
gazes round a breakfast circle; cooking
on a campsite, frying sausages;
eggs are cracked and smells of coffee
snake along a breeze to rise and enter
into now. Everything is set for feasting,
look, a sunny time’s on hand;
his vision’s clear and King surveys the land!
But wait – what is this quality called King-ship?
Why do people rush to cook him breakfast?
Why do people serve a man, this elf?
Because a warm and gracious King
adores his people more than judges;
loves them for themselves.
This is great. We often call our son 'the king' for the same reason. He is 18 and has special needs too. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, powerful the way you end it.
ReplyDeletei love this. makes me feel part of your family <3
ReplyDeleteThe best poetry, like this poem, is very clear and radiates through a particular moment humanity's universal needs. We all have special needs and all of us are kings. My faith has taught me all are Christ, all lambs, all kings. How can we not love a king whose love completes us by loving us for who we are?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful !
ReplyDeleteVery loving. Thank you for sharing your Light.
ReplyDeleteA blog that touches my heart. So nice to happen upon your beautiful poetry. It makes me sigh with delight. Hugs, pat
ReplyDeleteJust loved the poem for what it tells me about the beauty and power of words -- without allusion to anything outside of itself or its orbit (if self and orbit are even possible without referents)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words. I was blessed with a Princess in my life. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteYour King has a wry smile too.
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ReplyDeleteok ok ok ye mana tu hai sick, jahase hona cahiye wahi se hai tu thik.
na nazaro me aa naa mujhko tu dikh na thodunga dil Satta Bazar tera le kahi tu likh
baby kisi se bi puch lounda too much hai bolne me thoda haryanvi touch hai
jitne bhi humour tune apni saheliyo se mere bare me wo sare sach h!!!!
Instead of blasting the air conditioner to keep cool in summer, wear clothes made from naturally cooling fabrics. Natural fibers like cotton can absorb moisture from your skin, helping you feel cooler. You can also try wearing lighter colors, they help you feel cooler, lessening your need for artificial cold air.bhakti Bhajan
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