Wednesday, 11 March 2009

Surface tension

The fresh uncertain opening shapes me
A window lets flickering sunbeams enter
The stirring it quells, by my centre softly
How by thy very touch, gravity formed, held
in trust: ceaseless tide now can waxing meld


Indyeah will probably know to what, precisely, this poem refers. :-)

Hopefully it is something we have all felt, if for however brief, at some point in our lives.


Anonymous said...

Enthusiasts of the films of Polish director Krzysztof Kieslowski (Blind Chance, Dekalog, The Double Life of Véronique, Three Colours Trilogy, etc) are invited to drop by my chatroom at the Brasserie Alizé on the anniversary of the director’s death, this coming Friday evening, 13 March 2009, from around 1800 GMT. Please pass on the invitation to others and hopefully see you there!

Aren O. Týr said...

I very much enjoy his films.

Sadly I was not home at this time, else I might well have dropped by...

Lily-Wren said...

I would like to think many would know that feeling at some time in their lives, or can at least take some meaning from that and shape it into their own.

That's one of the great things about the use of words and prose. Whilst the person who wrote it has some inspired spark from which it has come from, someone else can read it and pull out some meaning for them.