A 30 day poem about The Fool’s journey. Can I do it? Stay with me an see. Feel free to give suggestions what Foolish might do or Not.
This picture is when I was in Germany. I was in a ‘crypt’. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to do this. It’s as close to a park bench of a picture I have.
A Fools Journey. 2 April 2017
Weary go the Days unattended
In the drone of beige and shadow
Eyes open, eyes shut to the ticktock
In the ‘it-doesn’t-matter-anyway’
A heart yearning for all that matters.
In a sunrise of possibilities
Purpose caves to the drab of sameness
Is not a Fool known to tend the fire
of surprise in the unexpected?
To poke at the skin of life ?
Leap into the known unknown?
Tumble the Joyless in to laughter?
Inspire the disheartened to wake up?
Jump into the void?
Embrace the untouchable?
Splay open the day in sudden abandon?
Show the way to foolish rapture?
Foolish lays on the park bench
While Spring dances on her frown
And Sun fires her closed eyes
She inhales at the edges
of the crumbles of her fate
That is no Fate at all for the fearless
She takes in the loss of her Way
That like fate is no good way at all.
Copyright, Jeanne Adwani. 2017