I occupy too many rooms
All sparse
Only fragments of me
Fill the shadows
No one room
Can I fill
Vacant, a flickering of light
Soon extinguished
By indifference.
The pearl, hidden in the
Confines of world
Blinding its eye
Although it burns brightly
In all that is human
It offers no riches deemed worthy.
It is a pauper’s song
Ancient lyrics of a search
For the why and the need
of the poets who are always hungry.
nice.
ReplyDeleteOh I think this is one of my favourites of yours, Lisa. I especially love the closing stanza...the pauper's song, ancient lyrics.........and the poets, who are always hungry. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteNot too many! Look closer at all tht is there And then, though always hungry, it's not because of poorly stocked rooms ....
ReplyDeletethe contrast in the opening is interesting...existing in so many rooms and yet unable to fill any of them...have we parsed ourselves out too much....i wonder do we need riches for something to be fulfilling?
ReplyDeleteThe first stanza of too many rooms pulled me in.. Maybe we try too much sometimes, but the alternative of being confined is not so good either. Finding that balance is what life is all about. Excellent thoughts.
ReplyDeletePerhaps we need that hunger...to keep on finding the treasures of words..
ReplyDeletethe final stanza says it all...
ReplyDeleteit looks lovely in format and wording.
ReplyDeletepowerful talents.