Are you a Meraki?

 

(A lone voice whispers)

As a talented Meraki

Born with an incredible gift

Are you 

But a mysterious seducer

Who tries to lift 

The inquisitive minds of 

Others

As you create emotional 

Teasing bridges or 

Captivating red doors

That need to be crossed

Or opened with your 

Secretive sensitive keys

For the silently hidden 

Readers 

To follow 

Willingly

Into your divine sacred 

Hollow

Guided by your glowing 

Weaving trails 

Of enticing delicious vivid 

Verbs

Into a familiar darkness

They sometimes need to 

Visit

Even if they get lost

Before they lose their

Nerve

Or even swallowed

Whatever the cost

For even though

Some may call you

A charlatan

A new reborn King

Or Queen

Of somewhere 

Totally

Cosmopolitan

A devious seducer of 

Fragile minds

Who hold you upright in 

CSF Fluid

Perhaps as sinners 

Bringers

Even singers

Of so many lucid 

Tragedies

Or sovereignties

That binds them 

Within their

Seams

But are all your great 

Epiphanies or epistles

From The Great In-Between 

If they're translated 

At their irreducible

Core

Can they be 

Simply this

Live for any form of 

Happiness

That you can ever find

And a loving muse

Who brings you such incredible 

Bliss

As you try to guide them to 

Paint touching emotional Pictures 

Through creating

Lasting stories and 

Legacies 

Filled with sweet kisses

Music

Laughter or poetry

As your eternal fountain 

And lyre

And to encourage them

To put them to good use

To never lament old age

As it tries to abuse their 

Eternally youthful 

Spiritual body

Once so beautiful 

But still full of relentless 

Fire

For their hearts may 

Seem so heavy

And tired

In some sad moments 

And they lose 

All sight of the power

Of hope 

To cope

Feeling raw emotions

Linked to grief

Love or serenity 

Which suddenly appears like an Iceberg

Or gentle snowflake 

As their peace burns 

As it goes up 

Each morning

As they wake

In swirling grey smoke 

Like a sorrowful melody 

But look me in these deep

Poetic eyes 

And be lifted up in 

Dawn’s rose-flushed arms

To truly live

To find the courage 

To look into life’s deep ever Changing mirrors

And always remember

You have so much more 

Mysteries

To still give

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Meraki

A Greek word meaning to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself in your work.

Epistle

A poem or other literary work in the form of a letter or series of letters.