'fare ye well' kind friends
Voilà !
here I am, here We be
(“Sometimes, as I drift idly on
Walden Pond
I cease to live and begin, to be.”
from Walden, by David Thoreau)
This, one of life’s surreal moments
Most will recognise
In a kitchen, stilled
Waiting for that microwave to ding
Time itself demeaned, to a mirage of irrelevance
Meandering thoughts, suddenly hijacked
Intercepted, by unhindered awareness
Inadvertently life’s present, now unveiled
Enticed by Nature’s voraciously ubiquitous, vitality
A nature I know is too busy, to take notice of me
These birds, trees and sky-draped aliveness
And I musing upon such wonder, a window removed
Looking-in, this outsider status a common theme
I belong to a sense of self I never grew in-to
Every morning I await a realisation of oneness of self
A maturity to offer me peace in my own skin
It has been this way, I fear it will ever be this way.
That we forge out of a need to belong
Yields, fruits as a sampling of selfhood
Yet we dwell
Within social contracts devoid of worth
What is lineage, legacy or posterity
When
Fallibility’s red button, can annihilate
Every
Nuclear family, without provocation!
A three day butterfly, saunters
I rejoice in its unperturbed effervescence
Symbolic of summer’s last hurrah, August
Flowers strutting one last time
Timelessness is gleaned in such small details
Now
It is our now, we must cherish
Like that butterfly
Like those flowers
Like our very next meal
Now
I look up and anchor myself
Within a gust of wind
I too am magnificently ephemeral
We, all
A part of existence’s chaos
We, all
Belong to that, meaningful
nothingness.
A ding, a sigh and a gifted smile
Breathing, blinking, walking, eating
There is beauty in our mundane
Voilà! Let it be
I’ll be a witness
To my worth
Ink these words
To remind us all
There is value in our struggle
In simply seeking, our peace
In realising
Those precious moments, free
From challenges n distractions
We must remember
Try, to never forget
Before it’s too late…
© L. B. Mek
August 2023
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If ever there was an inspiring poet Mek it is you.
There is value in our struggle
In simply seeking, our peace
In realising
Those precious moments, free
From challenges n distractions
Beautiful. 💖
🧡
your words are as bright as London's Sahara dust, kissed
Sunrise scenes, this morning
thank you! dear cherished friend
I strive to one day be worthy of your unfailingly effusive support
Lord!! Just the video alone had my heart crying. Such a serious subject. We don't realize how lucky we are....we GET TO......experience! However that comes, or what it looks like..."In simply seeking, our peace in realising Those precious moments, free From challenges n distractions". ✨️ "A ding, a sigh and a gifted smile", they're all precious...including the ones meant to be lessons. "There is value in our struggle", yes indeed!! Each moment forms who we are or are trying to be.
Very emotional read! We must remember! "Here I am, in the noise and the silence"! Loved it! 🪄 ✨️
I smile, but not with lips or thought
something
much closer to a pulse's vibration
but deeper..
I am humbled kind Poet
I am grateful
I thank you! wholehartedly
🖤🖤🖤🖤 I see you!!!
good to see you are still impressing all with your poetic talent L B Mek;
good to see you again.
ahhhhhh!
cherished Poet, such a wonderful surprise
you've got me smiling all-teeth
thinking you may have new poetry for me to feast upon
hope all is well kind friend
and thank you for checking-in, you've been missed
good to be back my friend, and I have missed you and all, and I will catch up with all you have written;
I be liking this!
You always have an interesting and engaging way with words
This line really stands out
I look up and anchor myself
Within a gust of wind
Love that line
I think we all need to feel that connection to our real true self to our worth and to the world
I liked reading this 🙂 and like the mention of those butterfly’s and flowers
I know I ajways feel that bit better when I feel more connected
so true, wise Poet
finding an anchor a connection
that reciprocates what we need
can transform our lives, whatever that thing is
a hobby, a gust of wind or someone special..
(so glad you enjoyed the read, dear Poet
hope all is well with you n your sister
thank you! for the kind support)
A vividly real existential depiction. I felt I was looking through that window into this poem. "Time itself demeaned, to a mirage of irrelevance" again my friend we seem linked in thought since I have just touched on this in my last poem.
Despite the seriousness of this poem I love your playful play on words:
"Fallibility’s red button, can annihilate
Every
Nuclear family, without provocation!"
"A three day butterfly, saunters
I rejoice in its unperturbed effervescence
Symbolic of summer’s last hurrah, August
Flowers strutting one last time"
A beautiful and poignant passage.
All summed up in the next line.
"Timelessness is gleaned in such small details"
Such a feeling of Gestalt in this piece.
"Now
It is our now, we must cherish"
Beyond the literary beauty of this pieces words in deep wisdom amd meaning.
Voila Emma la voix et la voie !
such a detailed summarisation of my humble scribble
you spoil me kind friend, thank you!
and I think 'darkfragrance' has a point
I think that sweet girls defiant voice
helped get my message across a lot
Absolutely beautiful. "A window removed" - I dare say we all are, and that is what makes this poem so relatable.
yeah, I think we're still
in that 'age of anxiety' Auden categorised
helps explain that removed-from, feel of reality
(lol but what do i know)
glad you could relate, dear Poet
thank you!
What is lineage, legacy or posterity
When
Fallibility’s red button, can annihilate
Every
Nuclear family, without provocation!""
What a diction of words .. iam always carried away by the flow of your ink
Good work LB
yes I do like those lines as well
your recognition of my humble efforts
means a lot dear Poet, thank you!
Your mind/thoughts, incredibly deep.
Insightful write.
JP
ha! says you
the thought provoking metaphysical Poet
but I thank you and cherish your kindness
I was mourning the passage of summer and ‘the august flowers strutting one last time’. But your words shake you enough in the ‘skin of maturity’ but it was also great for sipping like this Holiday’s Monday morning news paper-I shall be reading this work for this week to come-your poetry as always connects to many elements and dimensions as always! Thank you for the gift Mek!
glad you enjoyed it wise sister and cherished Poet
contemplative, is a mood we artist's like to dwell in
and indeed, rather than mourn summer's end
we could just easily look forward to autumn's
breath taking leaves n crunchy scenes
perspective, we just need a little helpful push
You certainly helped with the push:)
My dear friend you have touched every fiber of my being with this poem, and I can't help but cry tears of gratitude as I write this comment. I am so stunned by the overwhelming nature of this piece. It is intense, beautiful, liberating, sad, joyful, everything. This is a masterpiece of love , written for all life, that is inherent in you dear L.B. I am privileged to know and love all that you are. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. A million fav"s.
for once you've overwhelmed me, wordless
I'm not sure what I've done to deserve such kind words
but am so grateful for them, cherished friend
thank you! you humble me
Hey brother Mek ..
what has not already been said here, is hardly worth saying ..
and so I rest easy and shall serve but as an echo for each of those who got here before me .. Bravo sir M
Neville
funny, as grateful as am for all the effusive support
it be your simple words that have my eyes glistening
thank you! Hyung
(although i feel I owe that wonderful girl's voice
for most of the reflected praise I've received)
I feel Amelie's bright smile, affected me
as deeply as Emma's defiant voice..
(my thoughts went to her and you all week
hope she's doing better)
This is such a beautifully relatable write!
Truly a way with words you have.
Thank you for sharing!
I'm so glad you could relate, dear Poet
thank you! so kind
Great poem. Seize the day.
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