Unpack the vine
Uncurl unwind
Unpack the mind
Sweet nothing
Was waiting for you
All the time
Nothing to find
Suck on the grape
Puncture its skin
Juice of the moment
Sweet but thin
Unpack the world
There's space within
Between the sky
And the ocean's rim
Unpack the vine
Uncurl unwind
Unfold the dream
Unfurl the sign
Sweet nothing
Was waiting for you
All the time
And you didn't even notice
Sweet nothing
Easy when there's
Nothing to find
Sweet sweet nothing
Uncurl unwind
Unpack the mind
Sweet nothing
Was waiting for you
All the time
Nothing to find
Suck on the grape
Puncture its skin
Juice of the moment
Sweet but thin
Unpack the world
There's space within
Between the sky
And the ocean's rim
Unpack the vine
Uncurl unwind
Unfold the dream
Unfurl the sign
Sweet nothing
Was waiting for you
All the time
And you didn't even notice
Sweet nothing
Easy when there's
Nothing to find
Sweet sweet nothing
I woke just now at dawn with this poem half-created in my head, so I thought I'd better write it down before I lost it. I haven't been inspired to write any poems for many weeks, probably since the time I wrote this poem about my sister in March - which was also mostly formed in my unconscious mind while asleep.
12 comments:
"Sweet nothing" is probably a fitting description of "hypnopompia" that magical transitional time between sleep and awakening. And if your on the coast of Sicily taking, in the sea and sky, I guess that makes it all the more magical.
I remember that cornflower blue poem ...
Interesting Robert - I often wake with half-formed poems in my head and I agree- if you don't write them down straight away they vanish with the night.
You captured such richness ... such wisdom here. I have often wondered how many gifts from the unconscious I have missed ... Well, it is probably registered somewhere in my body/mind. Thank you for sharing this sweet nothing something!
My favorite lines:
Suck on the grape
Puncture its skin
Juice of the moment
Sweet but thin
(It suggests hunger, wanting to devour, to be nourished... but also a kind of wistfulness, a sense that as sweet as it is you're not sated.)
Unpack the world
There's space within
Between the sky
And the ocean's rim
Maybe that's why I have spent so much time looking at ocean and sky like that in your photo.
Beautiful poem and photo. Good to read your poem of 3 months ago again, too.
whoa.....!
What a pleasure, Robert, to return and find such wonderful and meaningful poetry. I also went back and read "Cornflower Blue," which was moving beyond words. You have a great gift and I hope you continue to share it with us.
Lovely simplicity in this piece, SW.
A few days ago you spoke of "work flowing into holidays and vice versa."
This is obviously the versa flowing from your holiday with a hint of vice!
The mind churns away sorting through memories and experiences while we think we are resting.
When I tried to keep a handwritten journal I found that I would forget details of what I'd done or how I felt if I didn't write it down before I went to sleep...Tramp
You have uncannily anticipated my latest post, Tramp - more than just a hint of vice here..!
Thanks everyone for your kind comments on my poem. Lorenzo - yes, I think that sheds some light on it, thanks for this.
Your poem, more a meditation, leaves me feeling, serene, content, for the first time today. Thankyou for sharing.
And thanks for your comment, CarloleH. I'm glad the poem communicated something to you.
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