The Thoughts of "H"

A few years ago, while traveling in Queensland, Australia, I was fortunate to meet a wonderful poet named Harry Donnelly.  Periodically I receive an original poem from "H" and I'd love to share this one with you.  His poems are always thought provoking and this one seems to fit for me (and maybe you?)

the thoughts of ‘H’

(the cleansing)

#281

He decided on a spring-clean at his place amongst the trees,

a neighbourhood of animal and sweet bird-life if you please.

A dust up…not too fancy, though a clean out just the same,

when he felt a certain feeling which he couldn’t quite explain.

It was kind of like a nagging at his present state of mind,

so he sat within sweet nature just to feel what he could find.

Almost immediately his thought process became forever clear,

this spring-clean had to start within that space between the ears.

So he stayed amidst the peace and calming comforting surrounds

of Mother Nature’s ever soothing ever meditative sounds.

Piece by cluttered piece his mind began its letting go

of the countless insignificant collective thoughts left there to grow.

He was cleaning out the stuff that over time had gathered there,

slowly incubating to a point — too much to bear.

 In a process oh so gentle so as to leave no scar or bruise

he was in a state of ‘all to gain’ with ‘nothing left to lose’.

It was quite a special happening…gifted in sweet nature’s way,

on a heaven-sent type morning of a glowing springtime day.

This cleansing of the mind was flowing gently cross the soul

to a place of free and easy where contentment had evolved.

Then…amidst his relaxation something niggled at his mind,

a shift was taking place and carefree thoughts were left behind.

As angry storm-clouds burst above…his gratefulness was doused,

by the sudden realisation — still had to clean that bloody house.

Harry Donnelly

(265)

20-9-13