insistent joy — pouring

pale-green tea in a delicate cup

unceremonious —

koi in a pond swimming up

miniscule coal glowing in foaming

waterfall in my infinite chest

autumnal tumble spring expressed

palms pressed, lips open

to happiness —

to all things beckoning

recognising every small thing as tasting

fortuitous —

that stuff of thankfulness 

.

oh, that soft embrace from — you know who

you are — rhymes of mint thyme coriander sage i

planted in a riot of wild flowers and trees i

will never see the shade of

oh, and that kiss — you know who

you are — amber and a thousand stars

stammer

in a pond swimming in

your mouth making the sound of

my name secure

murmur 

oh, and that caress — you know who

you are — a sacrament of butterflies, thunder

rising on a summer breeze — a whole summer

lain in front of us to pray in 

cascades made of holy gifts sipped to my infinite limbs

in the pond swimming around 

winter hours shining in burnt orange glints

oh, and that gaze — you know who

you are — tiny tremors that become exquisite

shivers on a fresh blanched page

oh, and that hand in mine — you know who

you are —

oh,

you are

in

bubble-wrap pops

copper-blue eggs

nut-brown arms

cornflower silks

twitterings of little tits

snatches of salt-sharp winds

silver pepper-pot twists

dapples of yellow apples

white-linen billows

black-chocolate pebbles

thick-cream envelopes 

effervescent-cobalt soaps

ecetera eceteras

sent to my infinite heart

insistent persistent gift

oh, joy — you know who

you are

.

not a haiku

.

NaPoWriMo day 13.-

….in honour of the potential luckiness of the number 13, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like the example poem here, joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.” Sometimes, good fortune can seem impossibly distant, but even if you can’t drum up the enthusiasm to write yourself a riotous pep-talk, perhaps you can muse on the possibility of good things coming down the track. As they say, “the sun will come up tomorrow,” and if nothing else, this world offers us the persistent possibility of surprise.

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