Come here, You!

A Scotland landscape full of heather

It’s like a fireworks: well, no, it’s really like a Persian rug.” Rainer Maria Rilke

It is a comfort that even great writers

fumble over themselves to find words

to describe loveliness in nature.

This morning I sat back and watched

as Rilke stumbled to describe a few twigs

of heather included in a letter.

I don’t mean, he fell down,

but his heart and soul were so overjoyed

that words cascaded out of him in a

tumult and torrent of one whose

words themselves are love for the page,

caresses, really, a bit of friskiness,

and flirtation, soft kisses and hard,

every bit of the page opens to him

and wants more, more words,

more phrases, say it again,

quietly now, breathe it in my ear,

over here, and right there – – again.

In a moment, the page grabs him

wraps him in her arms,

the two are one, full of passion

and warmth, tumbling,

spilling over the edges of description.

Oh, to arouse such desire from the page itself.


Inspiration from – Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cezanne

photo from here

It is April – National Poetry Month, and I will be participating in NaPoWriMo, writing a poem a day for the month of April.



2 thoughts on “Come here, You!

  1. nice…i enjoy rilke…and that even great writers do stumble in trying to capture life when it is so overpowering..and we can, from the page, you know…thanks for popping in today…happy NaPo

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