Wednesday, April 23, 2014

New Poem: The Pavilion

Since April is National Poetry Month, I am taking time to write some new poems. One day I stopped by the Birmingham Botanical Gardens to walk around and find some inspiration. When I sat down beneath the vines of this pavilion, a poem began to take shape. I scribbled some lines and went home to finish the poem.


The Pavilion

Who built this pavilion?
With no knowledge of my arrival,
Knowing full well that I would pass this way?

A quiet colonnade and stone walkway
Invite the traveler in.
Twisting vines form a refreshing cover
From the midday sun.

Who tended these vines,
With no knowledge of my arrival
Fully knowing that I would pass this way?

Wrens dart among the foliage.
A breeze carries fragrance
Of blossoms celebrating a new day
As I rest upon the wrought iron bench.

Who fashioned this resting place
With no knowledge of my arrival,
Knowing full well that I would pass this way?

I breathe the sweetness of the day
Listening to the eager tales
Of springtime birds,
Surveying the vine-filtered sunlit scene.

Who formed this sunlight, this song, this fragrant air
With no knowledge of my arrival
Fully knowing that I would pass this way?

No magic could transport this day to another.
I can only write what I have seen this hour
With no knowledge of your arrival,
Knowing full well that your eyes will graces these pages.

                                                    ~ CK





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Photo: vine-covered pavilion at the Birmingham Botanical Gardens
Credit: Charles Kinnaird 


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