i.
my hand, open
drawn on a broken shore
the crack between words is palpable
out there, silence is God
memory, wind
ii.
a thought is unborn
un-blooms like a flower beneath my skin
it lacks color, vitality
a poem full of fictitious names
of leaf and sprig in every
undiscoverable way
some people want to
change the world, you know
others want to bury it
still others want to make it
somehow seem more real
read it, taste it, talk about it
the answer is more than a body
iii.
personified
i drown the metaphor
i change the world
water dawns on the surface
in the grove beneath my skin
as if this body has
suddenly become more
flesh than feast
whose flowers are alive in the
palms of your hands
who’s danced barefoot, among oceans
beneath strange cliffs and
the walls they carried
who’s loved and unloved
in rhythms of soft resilience
has had grace
has had a name
has had paradise
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a thought is unborn
un-blooms like a flower beneath my skin
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Thank you so much.
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Wonderful. So many great lines. I really like the first stanza. So good!
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Thank you!
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So beautiful…as always, I am rereading lines and sip on them slowly, intentionally like a glass of the finest tequila ( my favorite :)…I will be revisiting this piece often…it inspires me so…the last stanza is my favorite right now. I can see the woman in the sketch, so clearly, with soft resilience dancing, touched by grace, touched by paradise…alive out there and in the palm of our hands. Perfect.
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Thank you so much! Your comment brought a big smile to my face tonight. I am happy this poem resonated with you the way it did. Cheers, friend!
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Your poem makes me feel alive, your lines make me want to write. Not that I could ever craft lines like you, but I am inspired after reading this poem. I say this sincerely-I am saving this one and will enjoy reading it again.
I do a type of dance that is done barefoot, so you can imagine how much I love this line~
“who’s danced barefoot, among oceans” 💓
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I too loved this poem :)…and I also love dancing barefoot :)…what type of dancing do you do?
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I enjoy many forms of dance, but a dance I do regularly, is a fusion of several different styles and modalities, called NIA. 💖
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That style sounds very creative :)…I also enjoy many different dance forms. It’s difficult to pick my favorite :)…have a lovely day💜
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Thank you! How wonderful. Let’s keep dancing.
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Thank you, Michele. I’m delighted this poem inspires you so much!
There is something magical (especially for women) about dancing, isn’t there? I can’t say I dance much, but I often feel my movements during yoga (especially when I’m lost in the moment or in the music) are very much akin to dancing (and barefoot, of course). 🙂
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You are welcome.
Yes, I absolutely agree. I enjoy yoga also. 💕
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