The Poem

The poem is a seed
from the garden of surrender
which blooms as words drop upon the page
like a flower painting the earth
as its blossoms fall

The poem is a mourning dove
whose irrepressible
ineluctable song of longing
captures your fierce heart
in the piercing dark

The poem is a sly young wolf
hungry for companionship
emerging suddenly
from the forest of routine
to warm itself by the campfire of your soul

The poem is a temperamental kite
taunting you with its seductive charms
begging to be released
upon the capricious, promiscuous
winds of imagination

The poem is a half-drawn map of transformation
an invitation to a journey
of memory and discovery
of desire and identity
of origins and destinies

The poem is a well of whispers and dreams,
of sorrows and delights
in acceptance and affirmation
Its surface reflection is a lens
in which to study your own face

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©Martin Lieber. All rights reserved. 1/28/2024