07-30-2014, 09:46 PM
I wish that I could find the words
to move my heart and rend my soul.
When death becomes a two-edged sword
the deepest cuts will make me whole…
but Auden found them all.
I wish that I could write a verse
that forces eyes to see the Sun;
to look but once and not rehearse
for life, when all plans come undone…
but Davies wrote them all.
I wish that I could say a prayer
in praise of God who gave the brush
to colour in our living layer
in brindled, dappled, freckled flush…
but Hopkins said it all.
I wish…I wish…that I could see
whatever else is hiding there.
To shine a light that I might be,
before I die, alive…aware.
but Thomas saw it all.
Tectak
2014
to move my heart and rend my soul.
When death becomes a two-edged sword
the deepest cuts will make me whole…
but Auden found them all.
I wish that I could write a verse
that forces eyes to see the Sun;
to look but once and not rehearse
for life, when all plans come undone…
but Davies wrote them all.
I wish that I could say a prayer
in praise of God who gave the brush
to colour in our living layer
in brindled, dappled, freckled flush…
but Hopkins said it all.
I wish…I wish…that I could see
whatever else is hiding there.
To shine a light that I might be,
before I die, alive…aware.
but Thomas saw it all.
Tectak
2014

