way poem #4: the poet

in the morning
while he gazed through glass

the play of light
 
the sway of trees
in new dressed green

(it is spring
after all)

dapples spread across grass
where the two combined
lovers
at the height of their season

restlessness grew
a feeling inside
of tightness

angsty

in the afternoon
almost beside himself
with pent agitation
he gave himself the push

that urged him

be
still

to let the tensions flow
into thought

his mother
thick wool
where thoughts live

his father
one gasp
and that may be all

the garden
what if the seeds take root
today

where is the trail
that leads through
this winding

which word
to start
this on its way

and then

and there

the poem is done
the mood is light
evening calls
with a smile
sublime

another leg
of his journey
is over
another mood that drove him
fulfilled
another thought
is held in amber

all in all
it’s been another day

all in all
another day
well done


© Frank Prem, 2016

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