Myriad Gaze

I don't consider myself to be much of a poet. It sort of happens in fits and bursts. All of a sudden, I find the urge to write a poem. There's never much of a craft to it. I don't worry about rhyming or a particular structure. The words just roll out and there's rarely much editing. My poetry is very personal and, to be honest, it is the hardest genre for me to share on this blog. (Hence my waffling now to avoid putting the poem down) I guess there is something about the abstract nature of poetry that makes me wonder if there is any worth to anyone other than myself.

Starry Night - Vincent van Gogh

However, I will continue to share them occasionally in an attempt to discover why it is important to me. I found this poem I wrote in February 2011. I cannot remember the context, but it was while we were still living in Perth. In my journal, I have pasted a print of Vincent van Gogh's painting 'Starry Night'. Reading this poem now I get a sense of the abundance of blessings in life. Dawn and dusk have always been my favourite times of the day. There is some sort of mystery about these times when the light changes and the sounds are different. Dawn and dusk are liminal spaces where transformation is possible. I think this is what I was trying to capture in this poem.

Myriad Gaze

Sink into the ground
Rise above the world
The myriad of lights never ceases
to capture my soul
To the south the blaze
of a day long gone
To the north pinprick 
hope of a promise
Splendour is caught between the past and the soon
Eastern skies shimmer
with things of the earth
Flickers to the west
wide windows unseen
Earth - sky - then - now - when?
Gaze on the blessings
that saturate life.