Sometimes when I read the poetry of others, I will receive an idea for a poem of my own. This blog will house the evolving novel The Online Other Woman and my evolving collection of poems entitled Crack-up Poems, Crack-up Songs. Today I post one of the poems and the poem by T. S. Eliot that is its inspiration.
by Celeste Spaceandspirit
The here and now, of late,
Own the power to annihilate.
Today is the highway,
Tomorrow is the day.
The dream hides in the distant air.
The road may rise and meet it there.
by T. S. Eliot
Do not suddenly break the branch, or
Hope to find
The white hart over the white well.
Glance aside, not for lance, do not spell
Old enchantments. Let them sleep.
Gently dip, but not too deep.
Lift your eyes
Where the roads dip and where the roads rise
Seek only there
Where the grey light meets the green air
The Hermit’s chapel, the pilgrim’s prayer.