Prism

What is our life, that we so full of fear’s white noise
are cowering hidden behind our long ashen shadows.

Each morning we rise with the rainbow prism of possibilities
held in our cold damp hands and each time place it aside.

We talk of priorities, politics and finance like the whine of electricity
that is seeping through the leaking pipe of our aching bodies.

Greetings of weather forecasts, compliments and head nods
we plough the time and air together endlessly with our clocks.

Around us the world does not stop and stare at our madness
It does not arrest our burning flames, our charring bones.

It patiently waits, turning on its axis, meandering between
night and day, sauntering into the seasons, blending colours softly.

This morning I will cast open the curtains, chasing the fear away
and hold this crystal up to the sunlight, releasing my soul to fly.

 

(Dedicated to Arthur Jenner, beloved father, grandfather and great grandfather who passed away, aged 91 on Good Friday 06/04/12 the morning I wrote this poem. Who I will always love and miss)

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26 responses to “Prism

  1. Abi, I absolutely loved reading this poem. I often think about this, “Around us the world does not stop and stare at our madness” In creating our system of time we have moved outside the natural passing of time, and the seconds, minutes, hours we have we often fill with trivia… I can really relate to the well ordered words in this poem, I will recommend others to read:) Andy

    • Hi Andy,

      Thank you so much for such a lovely comment, I am thrilled you loved it!

      I really do believe our fixed ‘time’ is not always a good thing for us.

      Thanks for recommending it too, really touched and appreciated.

      Abi πŸ™‚

  2. This beautiful poem sounds so hopeful and determined … Love especially the line: “we plough the time and air together endlessly with our clocks.” May your wings allow you to escape the shadows.

    • Hi Martin,

      I always smile when I see you have commented :))

      Thank you once again, your reading and commenting are truly appreciated. I know you too feel the ‘plough of the clocks’ on occasion.

      Abi :))

  3. Welcome to VIBGYOR land!!! Like the opening “:…so full of fear’s white noise”
    which the prism vanquishes when “Sunlight” passes through!!! The eternal quest for that unique Sunlight…..!! Wonderful write indeed.

    • Hi J,

      Thanks for your lovely comment once again! πŸ™‚

      I have to ask though, what is VIBGYOR ?

      Really kind of you once again.

      Abi πŸ™‚

  4. Beautiful poem, Abi, & a beautiful take on how life ‘is’ ~ & what a wonderful vision your final stanza has triggered in me. And yet, although there is a heavenload of optimism in that last stanza I sense your knowing that life is most definitely not a bed of roses. It is much more of a ‘grasp the rainbow when you can’ message that drifts through the whole of your poem.

    On this particular morning I guess there are many grey clouds floating past your window … but your soul will surely fly again some day soon.

    Such a lovely poem with some really vivid & fresh-feeling imagery within it … I love it! πŸ™‚

  5. I empathise – take heart and stretch those wings – don’t allow anyone to clip them – too often we get stuck ploughing time – this is a beautiful poem with stunning images

  6. Your right regardless of what happens ,the world keeps turning …keep the rainbow alive …..lovely poem thank you for sharing x

  7. The entire poem is beautifully written. the last four lines blew me away, and what a nice tribute you’ve share.

    “It patiently waits, turning on its axis, meandering between
    night and day, sauntering into the seasons, blending colours softly.

    This morning I will cast open the curtains, chasing the fear away
    and hold this crystal up to the sunlight, releasing my soul to fly.”

    • Welcome Rich, Thank you for such a fantastic comment πŸ™‚

      It is a dedication rather than a tribute as I did not know at the time of writing it what had happened, but afterwards I felt it right to dedicate it to some one who brought me so much joy.

      Thanks again Abi πŸ™‚

  8. Abi, just looking above here and seeing what all these comments have to say about this poem is testament to your consistent ability to take us to the edge and back again, just with your words. Never a doubt, you are truly a-m-a-z-i-n-g!

  9. Brilliant writing… you so beautifully describe the easy determination to be free – that is there in the very core of our soul if we only allow it. Fabulous poem!

    • Oh Wow! and thank you so much again! πŸ™‚

      Thank you, he had a wonderful life, it is always sad, but in a way I am happy for him now, at peace.

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