Guest poem sent in by Prachi Gupta
(Poem #1936) Untitled
When the heart Is cut or cracked or broken Do not clutch it Let the wound lie open Let the wind From the good old sea blow in To bathe the wound with salt Let a stray dog lick it Let a bird lean in the hole and sing A simple song like a tiny bell And let it ring Let it go. Let it out. Let it all unravel. Let it free and it can be A path on which to travel.
This is a poem without a title, by the Australian writer, poet, cartoonist, philosopher, Michael Leunig. I first discovered Leunig about 10 years ago when a cousin gifted me one of his books, I have followed his work ever since and have always found it endearing and enchanting. Like this poem here, he talks of simple things around us, within us and talks of them in an amazingly simple and human way; and reading his work mostly opens a tiny window somewhere in the heart. I hope everyone enjoys this! Prachi [Links] Wikipedia entry: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Leunig Leunig's official site: http://www.leunig.com.au/