As with a mantle
The cord of my life needs adjusting
like a kite-string
the long white of it
uncurling
light as cloud
easily travelling with light
serenely gentle.
Waves of peace
have banished unkind thoughts.
Do no harm, no harm.
Uncover, protect
protect, uncover.
Sunrise
and moonsink.
The moon slips
below roofs
People move about their day.
I too am leaving.
May you be wrapped in garments of healing
with no pain, no pain.
A conversation in poetry involves a bunch of poets and fellow travellers (e.g. painters, photographers, translators) in an informal conversation taking the form of the work itself; that is, people respond in kind to each other’s creative efforts.
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