This is a poem by member Eileen Knaft that she wrote on the occasion of the birthday of her friend. We hope that you will enjoy. ………….
Chambers
Age is not a number…
It is an echo whispering through
The chambers of a Nautilus.
Each chamber: a world of its own
Yet part of the next,
A text
A living archive of secrets and jests
All constructs from our journeys
Through:
Childhood observations
Romance and passion’s explorations
Career and family expectations…
Through:
Rooms of laughter where friendships are woven
And copses we go to when we are broken
(…unfolding farewells to those we stop holding)
To coves on shorelines that seductively whisper
“Keep your heart open, not bitter
Through fog and moonlight and the limits of time
Listen to the movement of tides
Let your silhouette dance
In the glimmering trance
Of silver-sliced waves at your side”
We are the Nautilus
The Echo
The Weaver and Dancer
…And the Voice that answers the Whisper…
Age is not a number!
It is a place
The outer chamber of the Nautilus halls
The foyer with an open wall
A passage to a cerulean sky
the pull of the ocean
where shifting sands lie…
Called by the Zephyr – Caressed by the breeze
or carelessly tossed by the storm
…and then freed
Age is not a number!
It is where we live
Where memory leaves traces
And the moment now faces
The reef
Where the tides change direction
That shapes our reflection
…On ephemeral forms of protection…
Age is not a number!
It is synergy and energy
Spiraling outward
In expanding chambers
Half shelter
Part portal
To the world
Through which Life
…And the rhythm of the sea
Flow in… and out…
…Like a heartbeat…
Age is not a number
It is Life’s echo whispering through
The chambers of a Nautilus.
To Susan
For her birthday
From Ladybug
January 20, 2015