Pause For Poetry:
Michael Hawkes /25
Like A Potted Plant
A poem by Michael Hawkes
LIKE A POTTED PLANT
I HAVE A PLACE IN THE WINDOW
TO EXPOSE MY PALE VISAGE
TO THE BLUENESS OUTSIDE.
Tho’ still with inklings of pillage and plunder
I’m glad in my bones that they are denied;
That unruly impulsions subside.
MEANWHILE I’M IN WONDER AT THE LIGHT,
In the blueness, the brightness,
In the glory of seeing,
In the glide and the slide
THAT FEELS ABOUT RIGHT,
And being put here to ponder,
While destinies wander
Like fugitives sundered from all they have known,
I thank a kind fate that has found me sedate
With a mate in the warmth of a home.
17/02/21 – Hawkes
Feature image: Lisa Fotios, Pexels
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Michael Hawkes was a cherished poet and contributor whose work enriched the pages of WestmountMag.ca with its sensitivity and depth. Over the years, he entrusted us with a rich body of poems, of which only a portion has yet been published. His passing leaves a profound void, but the poems still to come will continue inspire all who were moved by his voice.
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