Rapture  

Poem:Rapture  

I can enjoy a soothing drink from my favourite mug

I could listen to sweet music, roll around in a state of rapture right here on this rug

I don’t need any pills

I don’t need any drug

What I need is to kiss and give you a great big…HUG

 

Review: Rapture

Joy, joy joy! and an intense level of it too, that’s what rapture is!

Is that what we all as human beings seek?

What is on the ‘must tick that off the life list’ instruction paper booklet/app? (the one you have depends on vintage)

You know the thing that was with you on day one of your life?  The thing that shot straight out your mother’s womb the second you came into the world with the first thing on the list No. 1     Seek rapture.  Hmm?

                No, you didn’t get one? Really?

What a shame… A haa! It all makes sense why throughout your life you have… and you haven’t…why you did and why you didn’t…You didn’t have it to direct and to guide you! That is why you are a…you’ve turned out to be a right…and on top of that you…Hang on, wait a second!

                Guess what? NOBODY GOT ONE!

Okay, okay I’ll stop here, I won’t go on like this. ‘Life indeed does not come with an instruction manual’ We are all at the mercy of the grown-ups who facilitated our existence and those who have featured in our lives from day dot such as the nurses, doctors, teachers, preachers and family creatures, human and otherwise. Some of us lucky, others not as much (many stories for many other times) Do the majority of folk make it up as they go along? Hmm?

Back to the joy, woo hoo etc.  A cup of tea from a mug with a handle. (I’ve heard that one of the latest fads is to drink a steaming hot beverage out of a mug without any handles! Come off it now!) I digress, sorry and all that. Back to the joyful stuff.

Drinking a soothing warm beverage from one’s favourite mug, yes delightful it is. I’m with the poet with that one, absolutely. I also do enjoy listening to my favourite music. Everyone does, right? But I draw the line with the rolling around on the carpet in a rapturous state. What a faff. That’s what I would say. Sit on a sofa instead poet. Comfort is what I personally seek, not discomfort and borderline exhibitionism! I hope you keep that kind of behaviour to yourself dear poet. The poet is clearly after a ‘fix’ of some sort, not with any drugs but by wanting to be demonstrative with offering an intimate and reciprocal gesture of a kiss and a hug with this person whom they love. Love, and the power of it eh? “What the world needs now” (as the song goes)

‘Rapture’ is a lovely little read communicating the importance of connecting with love, be it a person or a beloved pet. Joy, it’s good to share it and pass it on. I like the rhyming of the the words using  ‘ug’

I was hoping that the little cute dog that’s a ‘pug’ would feature in the poem – aww, cute and all that but that’s my own taste. ‘…eye of the beholder’ and all that,

But I am glad the ‘fashion footwear  ugg’ boot did not make an appearance. Again, ‘…eye of the beholder. Beauty that is. It’s subjective. I once heard someone comment and say that said boot and similar chunky winter boot styles resembled ‘Frankenstein’s monster’s boot’ hmm? A sign of fashion sophistication for some, or an actual faux pas and an eye sore? for others ?  One definite mis step is if all of it is taken way too seriously. Loosen up and I would suggest wearing a pair of sandals…with or without socks! That certainly would induce a state of ‘rapture’ and definitely would be another story for another time.