Monday, November 21, 2016

A Poem by my friend Jolene BHP

A Poem by my friend Jolene BHP


If all you do is wish for perfection
You will never taste it's fruit
That tree will never blossom
That stream will dry and crack long before the rainy season

If all you dream of is then
You will constantly be waiting
Forever willing onwards time
Standing still in a queue of other watchers and piners

If all you plant is what if's
Nothing will grow

If you opened your eyes right now
If you tasted your life this minute
If you felt your lovers breath upon your skin and drank it in this very second
With respect and grief and honour let go of the fantasia that may never be
And look down at your hands

What were you holding all along.


by my friend
Jolene BHP