Tuesday, April 9, 2013

A Message in a Bottle - for a Young Artist

You have a gift.
They call it “a gift” -
now it remains separate
from you.
How can you say “I am a gift” -
even Plato would complain.

You have a gift.
Now what your occupation?
A dutiful messenger?
A toiling gardener through turning seasons?
An attentive slave?

You have a gift.
A willful siren whose song
refuses to be hushed –
despite imminent shipwrecks on
despairing shores.

You have a gift.
Others hope and envy -
despise and sabotage.
Lore implies – a given
can be taken.

You have a gift.
Now the waters muddle
And the nights grow noisy.

Steer safely amongst the reef
my friend -

You have a gift.



© 2013 Kim Diehnelt



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