A Poem by Beccy

I wrote this in the mind’s eye
whilst driving in my car,
chasing clouds of incomplete
so close and yet, so far;
and as the wheels kept spinning
from beginning, to the now
I thought awhile and pondered
both of the why and how;

That life is all of mystery,
like how a wave seeks out the shore,
instinctive knows it’s resting place,
and never asks for more;
whilst we, with all our breathing
slip diminished through each day,
offering no angles to the wind
just liquid cast as clay;

For we are of suits and citadels,
clothed mostly in disguise,
whilst other creatures know this earth,
share its secrets without guise;
and never seek the vanished light,
false fortune, praise or fame,
or leave an unforgiving scar
to show the way they came.

And when the snow has covered,
fresh things will sniff the air,
and buds will bloom, great mountains
rise and plan each day’s affair;
whilst in the furthest reaches
the unknown sleeps unknown
and only by our little death
may it be ever known.

© 2017 Beccy

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Unlike the rest of Earthly creation, human beings have free will--which, of course, is both a gift and a curse.
Still, we, too, are part of nature; though, it sometimes seems as if we're rather distant cousins.
A thoughtful and perceptive piece, Beccy!

Posted 2 Months Ago

What a lovely comment Charlie; thank you! I read Kathleen Raine in my younger days, was a wonderful poet, (no, actually, she was more than just a poet,) she was someone with an innate understanding of the order of things. I am honoured to be mentioned even in the same breath as her.


Posted 3 Months Ago

Like good suspension and wheel alignment, 'Indelible' moves the reader in a perfectly balanced and scenic ride, and brings you right there ...
I love this poem. It reminds me a lot of Kathleen Raine and her poem called:

Who am I who
Speaks from the dust,
Who looks from the clay?

Who hears
For the mute stone,
For fragile water feels
With finger and bone?

Who for the forest breathes the evening,
Sees for the rose,
Who knows
What the bird sings?

Who am I, who for the sun fears
The demon dark.,
In order holds
Atom and chaos?

Who out of nothingness has gazed
On the beloved face?

Posted 3 Months Ago

I can so relate to composing poetry in the car -- it's where many of my love poems first bloom. And we humans are, yes, marvelous and hideous at the same time -- interlopers, some of the world that was here before us hopefully survive our mark. A really lovely piece from start to finish.

Posted 4 Months Ago

I love this poem! Excellent rhyme & rhythm, plus well-crafted word choices for an interesting take on many nicely-detailed natural observations. I love the combination of being conversational in tone & also somewhat elevated in the philosophical sense. In the end, I got the meaning of your title & I love the way you illustrate "indelible" in words (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 9 Months Ago

Yeah, there it is. You nailed it. A special gift to capture these moments of clarity. Thank you.

Posted 11 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hope fully we will push up some of the finest daisies known to this Earth so even in death we are making our mark.
True poetry - like what I was brought up on Beccy.
Nice one.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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If there is an easier poet to read in this big ol' cafe I for one have yet to come across them.
A pleasure to read your words Beccy

Posted 1 Year Ago

At some time or another, I think we all question our life, existence and sense of purpose and what really is it all about?

A cerebral, confounding Confucian like poetic discord, bravo Beccy!

Posted 1 Year Ago

Little drops of water make the ocean....never forget that. We all have a place in this universe. I liked this one a lot. Lydi**

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom

I'm forty one, single and have a lovely twelve year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I had never really been inclined to share my writing until .. more..

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