For this week’s Creative Fridays we bring you two quietly powerful poems by Ceri Savage.
To be Patient
To sit upon the edge of untold thoughts
And watch which ones float by and those you catch.
To hold steady ticks silent in my arms,
Or numbers, have weaved between my fingers.
It never was easy for us, was it?
In shadow not caught in their clouded eyes,
Or knocks that I can hear while they all talk.
It is distance keeps the vigil of life.
A week of humble hopes, my confidence,
Lost to assumption – and hesitation.
As dreams, you wait for action to be free,
For it’s what we don’t do, that we become.
Before I left, I packed a pen, to shape the space around me
Hair grips too, to hold what’s loose together tightly
A camera – to project an image on a person
Plus some harsh, regretful voices, in order for me to learn
Obviously a pound coin too, although I’m not quite sure why
In a case, with a hollow, for my memories to lie
I packed two stone slabs, to tell me what to do
And, of course, a dark and empty box, for keeping you.
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