Perpetuity

I must now make it a point to read more poetry.

It's not everyday, or even every year for that matter, that I get to read poetry that is written so differently from all those I have read before that I just want to gobble up an entire anthology in one sitting. And then come back and read it again.

This was the case with Lemn Sissay's work.
A former boss of mine, whom I consider to be both mentor and friend, gave me two anthologies from this writer, who is known, I should think, more greatly in the United Kingdom than his homeland.

I neither hope nor strive to emulate or mimic his writing style. Instead I hope to discover, hone, polish and have my own. Should it change every few years (not months) I won't rock the cot, I will accept that as the way things are.

The nature of all beasts is change, whether real or imagined.

Perpetuity

He says
his love will protect.
Says the warmth of his touch
will be the canvas for her dreams
and the passion of his words
will afford them the life of kings.


But will it last?


She asks
if his love can nurture.
If the fire in his palms
won't turn her dreams into nightmares
and whether the raging from his mouth
won't kill the music in hers.


And if it lasts,
will it be forever?

(c) Perpetuity

Namaste