Poem: Links of Chain or Is It a Stairway
Introduction to Poem
This poem’s title arrives from the journey of creating a journal of stanzas becoming a poem spanning a month. Because April is National Poetry Month I thought I would share it. I plan on continuing this journal into the nexus of mind, heart, body, and soul becoming spirit.
Each four line stanza has been written early on a morn near awakening seeking spontaneity, sharing moods, and encountering doors. Sometimes I read the previous stanza and other times not. I tried not to, but alas temptation lay close by. Those doors may be opened while at times remain closed.
Between each a blank space as a moment of pause offering listening to an inner voice. After those moments arrives a count of time’s passing and a date introducing the next stanza. And, it is a new day, another recorded step of a journey, and perhaps a new person. I hope you enjoy this experiment seeking life with poetry.
Links of Chain or Is It a Stairway
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Knock, knock a quest begs indulgence of adventure,
A twist, a turn, arrive a knot beholden purpose to bind,
Of what is served while of which is never considered,
Its art of design a puzzle until learned, taught is a prize.
One day later . . . Thursday, March 23, 2017
True prize be wisdom not of pride one knows, is revealed,
Shared with me from above is nourishment of blessings,
Knock, knock challenge says answer always known, resolve?
Solution are rules to be followed, wisdom gained a blessing.
One day later . . . Friday, March 24, 2017
A day arrives and Mr. Booglyboo steps out his door made of grass,
Closer to the size of a fairy with a smile as wide as the sun’s rays,
The morning greets blades of grass painted with dew like a forest,
A grasshopper near says, “Hello Mr. Booglyboo, Love-ly day today”.
Five days later . . . Wednesday, March 29, 2017
A moth lands upon window above the ledge and then stares,
Its eyes glow red I know a reflection of the room’s dim light,
Alas, is a messenger or a spy for the cosmos of a higher power,
I dun’no, to give thought hides its beauty of simply being a friend.
One day later . . . Thursday, March 30, 2017
Knock, knock upon my heart’s door my soul seeks its entrance,
Alas, my mind asks “Who’s there?” while heart has deaf ears,
Answer arrives ‘tis is me your companion be light or darkness,
Heart awakens hushing mind’s query joining hands welcoming.
One day later . . . Friday, March 31, 2017
Knock, knock arrives from the inside seeking to discover outside,
At times the mind seeks the heart and at times the heart the mind,
It is like a pup whispering I understand you when you’re saddened,
Next, brings his ball wagging his tail playfully laying it before you.
Four days later . . . Wednesday, April 05, 2017
Oh my, my, my another day of wandering from here to there,
The spring blooms of mellow yellow, lazy lavender, and rosy red,
Hop, skip, and jump leaping like a frog into a pond of lovely lilies,
The outstretched rays of the jolly sun promise abundant blessings.
Two days later . . . Friday, April 07, 2017
What of God, gods, and idols worshiped each day,
Prayers are said to be four parts of a holy order,
Adoration, confession, thanksgiving, and supplication,
What of those times your only desire is to be given a hug?
One week later . . . Friday, April 14, 2017
Arrives dancing fairies under the light of the moon,
Gnomes awaken lantern in hand passing outside,
Effervescent notes of flutes and lyres fill full the air,
I lay low upon the grassy meadow smiling seeing life.
One week later . . . Friday, April 21, 2017
One week, seven days, ten thousand eighty minutes,
Fifty-one ahead this year’s journey full of promises,
One second separates yes from no, decisions eternal,
Only a breath changes life’s path greeting tomorrow.
The same day as the poem comes to a close . . .
Knock, Knock said five times, do you hear your inner voice?
Ten verse span thirty days from March to April celebration,
No rhyme, no reason, links of a chain or a stairway to heaven,
Each introspective link joins, each reflective step leads onward.
