these words need to flow east of my atlantic
to where it ends, & then further still.
this is no pond to skip stones over
casually, theoretically, virtually
& although i just broke 3 rules
of modern poetry,
physics & geography
will not fade or consent to crumble
between fingers
when i ignore them.
we bend & flow
to match the curve of the world
between us in this yearning,
but these are hard things
pulled from lightning & clay;
the truth inside stones
echoed in bone & spirit.
in the seconds i hear you
intimate across continental plates & ocean
lives separated by hours
make time a light thing,
an origami bird we fold & fold again
until it flies easily between us,
though the stars we trade whispers beneath
are my sun & your constellations.
where do cassava & sunflowers,
corn and wheat, savanna
& wooded valleys grow together,
though even the stones under our feet
might will it, they hold us separate
in their very holding together
Oh my gosh, this is the best thing I’ve read in a very long time. Blown away, Susan.
Paul, wow–thanks so very much!
told ya
Yes, you did!
You have this knack of creating awesomeness with every word !!!
Oh, gosh…thanks so much. Turning several shades of red now…
told ya again
Yes, SFAM, I bow to your wisdom…
Engagingly different, I especially like ‘we bend & flow / to match the curve of the world’ and ‘the truth inside stones / echoed in bone & spirit’ ~ these phrases evoke for me the essence of poetry.
Polly, thank you. this has been percolating along for a while.
whoo hoo…told ya, yes i did
hahaha, Rhonda!
‘eh? Spill the beans Susan … what did Rhonda tell you?🙂
***laughing***she told me this was ready as is and to put it on the blog. I wasn’t so sure.
heh-heh … I guessed something like that ~ smiles ~ good to have great friends🙂
“an origami bird we fold & fold again
until it flies easily between us”
my favorite line in this wonderful well written piece Susan. Sigh.. love love love your woven words my friend. Envious of your skill but thankful for the gifts I get to read everyday
Audra–thank you so very much. This has been sitting on top of my chest for a while…glad you enjoyed.
…and she told you what?
Rhonda..is making me smile
every word is vital—like breath. this took mine – wow!
Stacy, thank you!
ahem…i can’t hear you
YES, YOU WERE RIGHT!!!!! ROFL
AHHHH, music to my ears! ROFL
I loved the depth of this..the final stanza…ain’t that the truth. Thanks for sharing.
LD, thank you. It sure is. Makes for some great thinking, though.
yeah sfam…thanks for sharing. told ya!
Yes, yes, yes you did tell me, and I am glad I listened to you! You rock❤
.. though even the stones under our feet / might will it, they hold us separate / in their very holding together – Exactly true of being group bound and afraid to bridge cultures.
Oh, wow–think you nailed something there, Ken.
You do wonders with your natural world descriptions, and then with how you tie it to life.
Nelle, thank you. We are all part of it, so I like to include it. Glad it works😉
a Nile of beautiful words my soul travels with you.
oh, thank you, Deb.
WOW, WOW, WOW! This is simply beautiful.
Thanks, N! Glad you like it–this one has been stewing a while.
think this is right up there with the shortest response ever for you N….(duet, cough) excuse please.
Rhonda–we are doing a duet on another poem–you’ll get your duet fix, as will I……
but i want one on THIS one….but ok. 🙂
Hmmm….we can’t control where the muse (or chi) nudges us, but I can mebbe ask…
mebbe say please?
as sweetly as I can, I shall.