Looking For Life’s Surprises

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Grey bulging clouds hang like badly drawn curtains

Broken by pinholes of lemon-gold laser light

whose beams create this epic set

And on the brow of skyline hill

green, grey and settled

like some armchair patient

Tripping and dancing into view

3 moorland ponies, 2 grey and 1

like silver-foil glinting

whose mane flickers and falls

Then I stood deep in woodland jungle

shielding my eyes as I searched endlessly

for the golden green drummer

whose beak drummed the hollow skins 

of tall, ageless oaks

The brilliant sunlight falling and rising

in tiny motions on the rushing surface

of the passing stream which quarrelled

as well as babbled

I yawned and stretched

Where am I and am I really lost

from all gaze that is not heavenly?

Is this relentless pursuit of honesty fair?

And why even standing in dawn wind

and seeing nature unclothe its rarest beauty

Why, lost in the solitude of noon-day revelry

haunted by the strange mystery

of a woodpeckers work?

Why, when quietly musing and fashioning

moving pictures from rough-hewn

syllables and grey-edged words

Why do questions remain?

Was he right who said –

Must discontentment reign?

Or was he deceived by hearts illusions?

The misty dark clouds of reason

dented by life’s sadnesses and trials

– Or can we, like mythology’s phoenix

with feet as burnished bronze

wings charcoal and feather 

heart burned and fused

beak gold like sovereigns

Can we lost in life’s metaphor

grope through, firmed by resolve?

to say yes, it has been worthwhile

For a moment, a flutter, a rush,

apple-green and lemon-yellow feather

crimson flash on chest gone

And I wait till again that resonating

distant putter and I am off

in search of a green woodpecker

written byedenbray 14.6.86

Why do questions remain?


About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing, was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist - since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray
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  1. edenbray says:

    This is a poem I wrote nearly twenty six years ago and revolves around a theme quite consistent in my writing. The idea that nature reflects life. We are all generally fascinated by nature. Is it because it runs parallel to life’s experience. this was an early attempt to capture that theme!

  2. jessicaphiri says:

    I might like it better than all the rest. I love the questioning and the honesty and the feeling of being absorbed by creation, meaningless and yet far too meaningful at the same time. It’s wonderful.

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