SEVEN RIBBONS
An abstract poem
by Rowan Blair Colver
Tied with seven ribbons
To this blood anchor of flesh
You could have been anything
If you had turned your head
Will you find it here
Can only dream sometimes
Of different yesterdays unseen
Things always seem defined
When more and more believe
Will you find it here
Raising of the tone
In a conversation with no-one
Eating apples all alone
Wishing for a better world to come
Will you find it here
Or is this just a chance
To figure out the past
And put all of the questions to the side
You decide
A solitary swallow
Saying summers soon to follow
Swirling through the blue
And wispy white like needlepoint
Elegantly through
The sky
An abstract poem
by Rowan Blair Colver
Tied with seven ribbons
To this blood anchor of flesh
You could have been anything
If you had turned your head
Will you find it here
Can only dream sometimes
Of different yesterdays unseen
Things always seem defined
When more and more believe
Will you find it here
Raising of the tone
In a conversation with no-one
Eating apples all alone
Wishing for a better world to come
Will you find it here
Or is this just a chance
To figure out the past
And put all of the questions to the side
You decide
A solitary swallow
Saying summers soon to follow
Swirling through the blue
And wispy white like needlepoint
Elegantly through
The sky
Blue Flow by Rowan Blair Colver
