Constructive Possibilities

Prowess

Like conversation

Is never

And will never be

Words alone

No theory

Half-shrouded superiority

Of the introvert scholar

The youth confused

And seeking better than what they are

Substitutes what can be

To be is to live

And ‘living’ is not mere sentience

There is no teamwork

No growth

Or one satisfying achievement

Without the advantage of disadvantage

How willing are you to admit

Fear of facing others

Share that anxiety for a moment?

This has many edges

Far sweeter than maudlin emotion

Are you ready to laugh?

To handle the sight of smiles

Make like threading roots

Affiliations and inside amusement

Can you accept a role

And strangers becoming less strange

It is of little difference

To training

Physical labour

For the simple reason

Soul is tested the same

In pushing the unknown

In seeking out the discomfort

You will never, never rise

Without it.

In a matter of minutes

Days, weekdays

The urbane and alone sensations wipe clean

When seeing the slightest shape changes

Of possibility.

One poem of a pair, inspired by working with The Prince’s Trust. Very creatively rewarding to have worked with them; I hope whatever true teamwork you have today goes very well.

All the best,

J.W.H. Hobbs.