With me
Like me
Like orange
Not range
Not fringe
Not forage
Nor porridge
Though all tinker with
The tongue and the ear
The elusive rhyme
The elusive me
Like me
Like orange
Not range
Not fringe
Not forage
Nor porridge
Though all tinker with
The tongue and the ear
The elusive rhyme
The elusive me
Laws which I do well to heed
If my art is to succeed
Nature I do not exploit you
Nor wrest the brushes from your hand
It’s not my mind to alter your decision
But offer you my humble vision
But for
A trickle of light
Filtered down
Through the depths
And for a time
On cloudless days
A streamer
Of brilliance
Reminds
A world beyond
This dreary depth
No chains
Confine me
No darkness
Destroy me
No isolation
Confound me
The light beyond
Serves to remind
The light within
Always burning
Always bright
Always connected
So that I
Am never in darkness
Am never restrained
Am never alone
Nothing comes to mind
Eye look in the mirror
Remind myself to look away
So eye can see the me who is
Rather than the me who is seen
Eye reflect on my deeds, on my actions
Measure them against my ideals, my beliefs
I is a thing
Which cannot see
Beyond the shell
Which houses I
And I am the ship
Caught in arctic ice
Waiting out the season
Hoping for the sea to open
The waft of
Lazy water
In the air
A worm
A hook
A bobber
A length of string
And a stick
Contented child
All summer long