that when it is
to spring forth,
It does so
out of necessity,
is what it was
made to do.
When the fruit is ripe
it will fall.
When the faun is ready
it will walk.
to predict when.
to be ready.
The trick is
to know when
to reach out
and grab it.
[Posted at Open Link Night on dversepoets.com.]
I really particularly like the first two stanzas.ReplyDelete
When the poem is ready...reach out and write it!ReplyDelete
So true. If we only had the patience to wait!ReplyDelete
That's the trick Mosk ~ReplyDelete
This is a marvelous poem ... filled with wisdom, well said.ReplyDelete
Yes! But, it's not a trick :)ReplyDelete
I always enjoy reading you and make me think.
Yes, it's only when you look to much you can't find it.ReplyDelete
That's a wise advice. Well thought.ReplyDelete
Patience is key.. definitely!!❤️ReplyDelete
Aiming at perfect zen - even the aiming, or waiting is a problem. Awareness has to be cultivated.ReplyDelete
Lovely, and true :)ReplyDelete
Love the whole thing, great pacing and setup for the very satisfying final stanza.ReplyDelete
I like the idea of being ready no matter when it happens.ReplyDelete
Inherent in this poem without being obvious is that there is a danger in not waiting, in not being patient. That to move to soon can move one from a true course to a false one. I think this is inherent in the understanding of being free. One is also free not to intervene. Well said.ReplyDelete
Thank you for that needed reminder,ReplyDelete