On Chasing Themes

Wondering what it was about summer days that inspired poetry.

For I was inspired.

So, I looked around for a theme.

A fitting theme.

I was soon ambling in the picturesque surrounds of Regent’s park.

But I still hadn’t found a theme.

So I looked around for one.

I saw the old couple walking hand in hand,

the kid who couldn’t hide his delight at having dozens of birds around him,

the ducks walking around without a care in the world,

the baby laughing at the scene unfolding,

the men in suits discussing their work-lives,

yet more men in suits sharing photos of loved ones with each other,

young boys heading to the field for a game of football,

the touch rugby gang and the cricket gang,

the two lovers coochy-cooing on a bench,

the colleagues playing softball,

the solitary swan swimming about in search of it’s mate,

the lush green fields,

the kids running with their dogs,

the two girls sprawled on the grass playing cards,

and me, walking around, searching for a theme.

And then it hit me.

Much as many things in life hit me.

Why was I searching?

What an idiot I had been.. (as usual)

The theme was, of course, right in front of my eyes.

‘Chasing Themes’ , wasn’t that a theme after all?

For I couldn’t decide between the many sights and sounds,

that made for a perfect summer day.

A day when you felt ‘the rhythm of love.’

A day to play the music low.. and sway to the rhythm of love.

(And the poem continues)..