Image for the poem Essence


it likes to imagine      
to yawn and stretch      
quiet testing,      
then owns the sunrise      
to meld with and warm      
from its answer      
alone, it yearns      
then comes into      
our sphere,      
idillic form to be free in      
( shapeless, eternal      
Is nothing new      
in a universe )      
it fancies form with its      
rudiments and      
providing curves      
it wants a connection,      
a dialect      
radiating from      
its own star, felt      
imagination of day      
blending into      
destinations of night,     
wavering, boundless,      
liking to be its own      
‘playful’ in a body      
if I were it,      
I would melt,      
dissolve my issues      
and resolve      
and, like spirit,      
but as my essence,      
evolve and wistful    
float away      
Yes, I could.      
I have what it likes,      
it feels everything      
I’d ever need to   
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Published | Edited 1st Feb 2019
Author's Note
Inspired by “Poem (The Spirit Likes to Dress Up)” by Mary Oliver.
Written as a “non-entry” to help populate the hashtag for MaryOliver in the Deep competition “Bone”, hosted by Ahavati, with JohnnyBlaze, co-host.
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