Frank Prem

way poem #04: 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

 

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