After A Sip.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Hot.

 

When, at last his boat harbours

sweet will spring anticipation.

 

Cargo of long unopen fruits for

dreamt pleasure I know await.

 

Bales that never grow stale will

soon be unloaded and tasted.

 

Payloads of waited-for nectar sit

corked though ready for rating.

 

I can imagine lips dripping wet

with fervour of feast unabated.

 

Hatches now closed contain his

willing gift to tease my favour.  

 

Love does not prosper if faced

with spates of long privations.

 

I cannot wait to un-bottle sips 

of his freight, hot for taking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

After a Sip.

Half-awake and stranded between the old
day and new,

coming tomorrows may look leviathan,

loom like clouds

of sharp-sharded, unreliable giants where
trust becomes sun-leathered

with nowhere to hide,

muscle-bound and most of the time

muddy-eyed.

But after a sip of memory's comfort I can
shake weighty foreboding and

see where faith

has been leading events,

toss off stifling clothes and walk more 
upright into the future,

shoulders high.

Facing fate with anticipation I find myself

able to smile at being alive 

and for having been gifted with love,

life's battles then lose a bit of their scary
sting as I dip grateful toes

into the moment.

True lovers have everything good going
for them I muse,

while I notice

the sky above is becoming blue.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 28th, 2017 04:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments5

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks FAY for another well penned and enigmatic poem ~ to start a busy day ! The time between dawn and day is always uncertain ~ but with the Sun comes thoughts of love & liberty ! My poem today explores the Solar System with HAIKU ~ enjoy ~ Yours B

  • Michael Edwards

    Dipping toes into the moment - great words in a great poem.

  • orchidee

    Good write. I'm permanent of course. Well, I keep saying I'm millions of years old! I wish I would shut up sometimes! heehee.

  • orchidee

    No please! It's me joking! let's not have a deep theological / philosophical / whatever discussion on it!

  • Neville

    after a sip... even grey days can seem blue... tis the main reason I imbibe ....

    • Fay Slimm.

      Same here my friend - - dipping grateful toes into the moment does it for me - - bless you for another look back at an oldie.......... x

      • Neville

        my long term plan is to check each one of em out..... N

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