Just give me one more spring
This is all I ask of you
Promise I to take all in
To cherish each tender moment
I know I’ve let you down before
Too taken up with self-indulgence
The frivolous nature of my ways
A lack of appreciation in all creation true
Now as my time comes to an end
I desperately need to witness more
To have the knowledge of bliss and plenty
Then I know I’ll move on in peace
The flowering of a crocus is what I desire most
The overnight revelation of a life new
The bleating of a lamb I crave for
As if I’d never really heard such before
In my melancholy way, my final stance, a question of truce
I harp for all which is simple, fresh and true
No dreadful jagged deceitful complication is my desire
More a thirst quenching need for sane meagre redemption
I do to you pray
A man now to die
Ease my path
Save my soul
Grant my wish
Lord, I am of you
Georges Simeone said …
“Writing is not a vacation but a vocation of unhappiness”
HAIG BARCLAY says …
“Digging deep into oneself brings out sores, regrets and inhibitions
but also aspects of resilence and foresight vital for future encounters”
Personal take
All too often we fail to appreciate what we have on a daily basis – not the satisfactions we crave for in this consumeristic life of ours – but the simple essential pleasures which are available to all. Only in times of misfortune, illness or dread do we really stand back and see what could truly be ours. Often we make a promise to our maker that we will change our ways if just given one more chance.
Imminent death is of course a dreadful moment, especially if aware of its oncoming but also it is a moment to take stock and wonder about wonder and wonder and complete one’s journey in a certain manner.
I wrote this poem knowing of a friend who knew there was not much time left, and I wondered what thoughts might pass through my mind on knowing of such fate to come. As I left him one day I knew it was unlikely we would see each other again and I had to get my thoughts down on paper, a state which occasionally hits me.
I have nothing too much to say about the poem, its words, its flow, its structure, for in this instance I think it speaks very much for itself. Speaking from the heart does have this essential characteristic. If you were to push me and ask me what I like about this poem I would reply – its intensity, its simplicity, its completeness, its hanging together, its choice of adjectives and use of nouns. That’s all.