My Space #poetry #poem

jane d geese

I inhabit a space
Between
The Unknown
And
The Misunderstood.
In a line
Of blinks
Only one matters.
All past blinks are as one;
All future blinks are but practice dreams.
The one that matters
Is the twitch of a muscle,
A slide of skin,
A pucker of flesh.
You repeat.
The bubble
In the froth
On the surface
Of my coffee
Is
The Present.
Before
It might have
Flown in,
Risen,
Morphed,
Swelled.
Who knows its past.
It’s future
Is even more
Unknowable.
How long before it
Pops,
Morphs,
Swells,
Shrinks,
Sinks?
Now
It is beauty,
A present present,
In the curve of its
Meniscus,
In the opalescence
Of its sheen,
In the delicacy
Of its construction,
In the ineffable simplicity
Of its physics.
It is its own moment and
Perfect.
The geese above my head
Make draws my senses.
They are
A blink
A bubble
A present
To me.
In my now
I inhabit a space
Where geese appear
Like bubbles on the surface
Of my coffee.
And in my now
I feel
I see
I sense
The beauty of a certain fact.
Not tortured memory
Playing tricks;
Not feeble speculation
With the seeds
Of its own disappointment.
These geese
My geese
Are my now.
My Present Presence.
And for that
I give thanks.

This poem is in reaction to Jane Doughtery’s latest prompt, here. Get well soon Jane. 

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published three books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars and Salisbury Square. In addition I published an anthology of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand this summer. A fourth book will be out soon. This started life as a novel in a week on this blog and will follow later this year. I blog about all sorts at geofflepard.com and welcome all comments. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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10 Responses to My Space #poetry #poem

  1. Thanks Geoff 🙂 This makes me feel better already. Bubbles are fine, as far as they go, but give me snow geese any day—glad you found them. Thoughtful poem. I’ll come back to this one.

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  2. Erika Kind says:

    It’s always and only now…. great poem, Geoff!

    Like

  3. This is a stunning poem. Love it. ❤ 🙂

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  4. Pingback: Poetry challenge Snow geese: the entries – Jane Dougherty Writes

  5. Rowena says:

    Geoff I love, love,love this poem. I really related to these lines:
    I inhabit a space
    Between
    The Unknown
    And
    The Misunderstood.
    and I loved the description of the coffee.
    So very poignant!
    I will print it out and treasure it!
    xx Ro

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