At times, i feel the strings I pull at the cord that lifts my left arm with my right hand And for that moment, i become the puppeteer I stir the breeze, I feel cohesion Cause and effect affected by causes And i plan like the wind What will I be? What can I give to the world? I love this world, it is beautiful The new parents in love with the world through the eyes of their cherub The sourceless affection of the kindness of a stranger Reality sighs The depth of these moments How can I be in this world, how can I feel that love? I pull the string, I jolt it, and I scribe dreams I can touch this world, with my promises, with my intentions, I can show my love for it all I let my left hand fall to my chest and I imagine it racing I imagine it swelling and glistening with excitement and joy For all this joy is mine Their experience, my experience That’s a matter of perspective Maybe not nobler in the mind, but warmer still The arm loses strength The hand forgets its power The puppeteer returns and takes shift The mind forgets But the image remains That love, that life Next time Cause loses effect The plans become abstractions Abstractions that become metaphors Metaphors of peace I bring them down as my arms sag I am being moved, I am being loved I smile, because my lips move I walk, because my legs move
As an occasional poet myself, really enjoyed reading that. Thanks
This poem is quite lovely. Like stepping in through a portal. Your portal. Thank you!