
When the song is sung out of me
all breath wheezes away
When those closing eyes are mine
and silence fills my mouth
then I will give myself back
When the turning wheel is staid
the longest road is walked
When gravity is satisfied completely
and all my poetry has been written
then I will give myself back
I will give myself back
to the ground
to the soil
I’ll lay myself down
give myself back to the earth
from where I came
When the flower’s head is closing for the night
and the worms surface from below
When the tune I’ve been humming is done
and the daydream of all I’ve known is broken
then I will give myself back
When the trivial moments are beyond mundane
and the steady hand-hold no longer offered
When the night is a bruised black and star-less
and every wish is washed clean away
then I will give myself back
And in giving back all I’ve ever had
I’ll fuel another chance for life
I will give myself back
to the ground
to the soil
I’ll lay myself down
give myself to the ground
from where I came…
[2008]
Thanks for reading.
Beautiful, Tom.
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Thanks Chris, really glad you liked this one 🙂
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That is a lovely thought, particularly so today when I was informed of the death of a colleague and friend.
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Ah Peter, I’m so sorry to hear that. I hope you and their family are coping okay. Death is always hardest for those left living.
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Not sure how you keep doing it. But it’s always something fantastic and great and worthy of being read and re-read.
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Ah thanks Benjamin, pleased this one stood out to you. It’s nice to give something back to my patient readers. Keep well. T.
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