Thought I’d bitter-sweet your Sunday with a couple of poems I penned, recently. I will explain what they’re about in the comments because I realise many people like to make their own mind up.
This first poem I called ‘Rain Chef’ as I was listening to the sweet summer rain one night, thinking how the splattering sounds reminded me of fried food cooking. I started considering how I was snug in bed and couldn’t feel the rain, yet still it was there. The window between us.
Then how it relates to people. You can be so close physically, yet so far away emotionally. The opposite is also true isn’t it? Feeling emotionally very close yet physically far away from someone.
This next poem is concerned with relationships and hopes. The way love takes flight as a bird on a wing. The same wind that buoys you, can change to whip you.
Love is also a message in a bottle.
We cast it out there with good intention hoping it will land on our paradise isle. But sometimes the other person doesn’t see our true message inside, just the pretty bottle, and what’s more, it doesn’t always make the land.
Hope it didn’t bring up any difficult feelings for you. I appreciate your reflections. Wherever our bottles end up, remember the beauty of seaglass is made in the smash and sanding of the years xx
That’s why I deliberately didn’t introduce the poems but instead gave the information in a comment because part of the beauty of poetry is the way we all read something slightly different into it or often our own experiences/situation.
Thanks for reading them Nat. It’s only really in the last couple of years I’ve started putting them “out there”.
This first poem I called ‘Rain Chef’ as I was listening to the sweet summer rain one night, thinking how the splattering sounds reminded me of fried food cooking. I started considering how I was snug in bed and couldn’t feel the rain, yet still it was there. The window between us.
Then how it relates to people. You can be so close physically, yet so far away emotionally. The opposite is also true isn’t it? Feeling emotionally very close yet physically far away from someone.
This next poem is concerned with relationships and hopes. The way love takes flight as a bird on a wing. The same wind that buoys you, can change to whip you.
Love is also a message in a bottle.
We cast it out there with good intention hoping it will land on our paradise isle. But sometimes the other person doesn’t see our true message inside, just the pretty bottle, and what’s more, it doesn’t always make the land.
Hope it didn’t bring up any difficult feelings for you. I appreciate your reflections. Wherever our bottles end up, remember the beauty of seaglass is made in the smash and sanding of the years xx
No. I’ve read a couple of hers though. Remember “Light on Snow”.
That’s why I deliberately didn’t introduce the poems but instead gave the information in a comment because part of the beauty of poetry is the way we all read something slightly different into it or often our own experiences/situation.
Thanks for reading them Nat. It’s only really in the last couple of years I’ve started putting them “out there”.