Creeper
Oh thou! on whom i creep,
thou giveth me space and thou lets me weep.
when i spread my palm in mid air
thou provideth me space to creep
and then thou lets me grow and enter my sombre sleep.
i am a creeper but i was never taught to creep,
there was a calling i heard as a bud
and i knew the echo ran deep,
the voices screamt,''creep,creep, creep´
but i could hear the other flowers and bushes calling me their black sheep.
I had seen no creepers (who ever taught me how to) creep,
i was all alone in the vastness of the plant sheet
but i had decided that i had to stand tall and creep
so when i felt the wall next to me,
i opened my palms so i could start the long march before i fell asleep.
I crept, crept, crept, day in and day out
all around that wall, and,
when i reached the top,
yes the top!
i felt all lonely and lost.
But then came a bird bringing stories of other creepers who had followed their calling and who stretched and crept and crept, before they fell in to a deep sleep.
The bird promised that he will bring flowers from different creepers
and seeds to sow of baby creepers
who could learn to creep from me.
So the next few days, hours and months, there were all these tiny creepers who kept looking upto me
and awaiting advices on how to creep.
(After i read what i had written, i felt the book SEAGULL in the background echoing itself)
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
Creeper
Oh thou! on whom i creep,
thou giveth me space and thou lets me weep.
when i spread my palm in mid air
thou provideth me space to creep
and then thou lets me grow and enter my sombre sleep.
i am a creeper but i was never taught to creep,
there was a calling i heard as a bud
and i knew the echo ran deep,
the voices screamt,''creep,creep, creep´
but i could hear the other flowers and bushes calling me their black sheep.
I had seen no creepers (who ever taught me how to) creep,
i was all alone in the vastness of the plant sheet
but i had decided that i had to stand tall and creep
so when i felt the wall next to me,
i opened my palms so i could start the long march before i fell asleep.
I crept, crept, crept, day in and day out
all around that wall, and,
when i reached the top,
yes the top!
i felt all lonely and lost.
But then came a bird bringing stories of other creepers who had followed their calling and who stretched and crept and crept, before they fell in to a deep sleep.
The bird promised that he will bring flowers from different creepers
and seeds to sow of baby creepers
who could learn to creep from me.
So the next few days, hours and months, there were all these tiny creepers who kept looking upto me
and awaiting advices on how to creep.
(After i read what i had written, i felt the book SEAGULL in the background echoing itself)