Raphael Sookram’s three poems


Missing You


How can I explain the coyote's Howling

Towards the rising moon;

The rush of water

Towards the outstretched arms of The ocean?

How can I explain the fatal Attraction

Of whales towards the beach? 

How can I explain missing you


How can I explain the desert's call

Towards the Bedouin;

The Eskimo's love

Towards the snow?

How can I explain

The fatal attraction of prey

Towards the hunter's bow?

How can I explain missing you?


How can I explain the leatherback's

Timeless journey

Towards the exact spot where 

It was born; the salmon's amazing

Upstream swim to spawn?

How can I explain

The fatal attraction of moths

Towards the glowing lamp?

How can I explain missing you?


N'er can I explain missing you

So I'll be content

To revel in the joy

Of having known and loved you;

For now

That you are gone

How,

Can I explain missing you?

Love


                      Love grows

                      Love glows

On someone's face when love blows

     Them a kiss. But close

Love's door and stunt life as it flows

                 Love's magic shows

In little things and dispels shadows

                     Love bestows

                  Gifts upon those

      Who practise what love knows

                       Like a rose

                       Love grows

You Have Found Me


Through the dimly lit facade

Of everyday life

Amid the tangled web of humanity;

Arms groping in the darkness

Find's solace in an embrace

That for once

Fails to deceive

For you have found me

And I you


Ringing through the fullness of life

In all it's glory

'Ere life had no meaning

But now sprouts

Of purpose and direction

Burst through the karmic soil 

Of this fluid field of existence

For you have found me

And I you


Unscalable mountains

Become gently undulating footpaths

One sip from your fountain

And I become an invincible foe

For the cruel collossus

You breathe victory in my veins

And I achieve the impossible

For you have found me

And i you


Sweet nectar of ectasy

Bleeds from your tender lips

The warmth of your body

Quenches the voracious fire

Of a lusting, aching soul

Fulfilled by the delight of you

In deep repose, I'm happy and free

For you have found me

And I you


Raphael is  a retired Public Servant with a long and rewarding career in Public Health. He’s an advocate of volunteerism and has taught Adult Literacy for 20 consecutive years prior to COVID 19. He has been mesmerised by the words of Khalil Gibran and others and thinks its time to tug on a few heart strings himself.

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