Brown Paper and String

Sustain yourself only in the endless;
For having neither roots nor foundations
He is the brown paper and string that parcels infinity.

The truly secure are the truly free.
Soul-kites soaring in the buffeting wind;
Drawing in life from this joyous surrender.

They do not arrive to fanfares,
But their confidence courses like a swollen river;
A fierce flow from gentle smiles.

And like snails and comets
A silver trail marks their path;
Celebration of fearless exploration into the dark.

Yes they have known and own this truth -
Great cathedrals turn to dust,
The best of soul-mates breaks your trust.

And always there stands the open-mouthed grave,
Ready to mock the most earnest of oath-makers.

So be like these few:

Sustain yourself only in the endless.
For having neither roots nor foundations,
He is the brown paper and string parceling infinity.

Rushup Edge Triolet

Lovely family holiday farm-sitting and lots of poetry to write down - I managed to capture a few bits! This one is a 'Triolet' (oooh, fancy pantsy, I know - learned that from a poetry book).

Rushup Edge

I am enthralled by the curve of the land

Its beauty quietly, fiercely holds me.

Her siren call I can't withstand, yes

I am enthralled by the curve of the land.

What tender touch and caressing hand

Imagined her so sweet and boldly?

I am enthralled by the curve of the land,

Its beauty quietly, fiercely holds me.