Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Lost poem

it wasn't in the wedge of geese
that splits sky from sage

it wasn't in the rivers of roughness
that sing the length of the box elder

it wasn't in the pearly ice
that spoons the riverbank

or in the awkward cry of the long legged heron
launching blue and dinosauric
down the near-frozen highway of cottonwoods

it wasn't in the arcing spine of the thorny
black locust trembling bare against the sky

it wasn't in the cloud
ruminating low and lazy over the snowy rim

or in the cold that creeps across
these piebald hills
elbowing its cloven-hoofed way into my heart

but I did find inside the old blown nest
wedged in the naked apple tree
the promise of a poem I wrote when I was three

16 Comments:

Blogger garnet david said...

This is wonderful. your poetry makes me want to read on, tells me something old in a new way, "the arcing spine of the thorny/ black locust trembling bare against the sky". The little story gives it completion, reason for being. thankyou I've learned a little more about writing and poetry, and enjoyed the experience.

12/07/2005 12:18 PM  
Blogger Stranger Ken said...

I agree with Garnet about this, Moose. Each stanza is the seed of a self-contained narrative and they lead the reader on delightfully to the last lines, where, in my case anyway, the memories of the narrator and the reader fuse. In this poem, you're writing about a world I remember, but lost a long time ago. The image of the blown nest says it all for me. Great poem.

12/07/2005 12:39 PM  
Blogger Dale said...

(o)

12/07/2005 4:08 PM  
Blogger mermaid said...

Finding meaning in things lost and found again, rediscovered in a new light...wonderful!

12/07/2005 7:02 PM  
Blogger BlueTattoo said...

This is excellent. Very nice writing here; I enjoyed my stay.

Hope you visit...

12/07/2005 9:51 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

One of your best, Moose.
And that's saying a lot.

12/08/2005 2:53 AM  
Anonymous Sara said...

Beautiful images, and the end is so sweet, and unexpected. :)

12/08/2005 6:59 AM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

this one completely captured me, made my mind drift and my heart soar. I love the way you paint the outdoors with your words. i was truly transported even though I was sitting in my cube on this cold winter's day. thank you thank you- snowsparkle

12/08/2005 9:57 AM  
Blogger girlzoot said...

I liked finding the promise of a poem. Something that might be found again, or that could be found once more.

12/08/2005 7:38 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Garnet, thank you so much. I'm learning too, and it's a joy. Especially when someone like you comes by to leave a rich comment.

Ken, your response means a lot to me. That the poem should have succeeded in the way you describe, that it should have provided that kind of experience for someone... makes me very happy. Thank you.

Dale, thanks for reading and leaving your signature in the sand! ;-)

Mermaid, I'm happy to see you come up from the deeps for air. ...Perhaps that's all there ever is — rediscovery in new light?

bluetattoo, welcome! Thank you for reading and for the invitation. I'm pleased you enjoyed your visit. Do come again.

12/09/2005 11:15 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Mary, thank you. I'm honored by your statement.

12/09/2005 11:16 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Sara, I'm really glad you enjoyed it, thank you.

snowsparkle, if my poem can transport you from your cubicle to the outdoors, then it's done its work, I think. Thank you for letting me know.

girlzoot, welcome! Thank you for visiting. I like finding the promise of a poem, too. This one is particularly meaningful for me. I'm happy that you see it could be found multiple times.

12/09/2005 12:24 PM  
Blogger Anna Piutti said...

This poem has excellent imagery. I love it!

12/10/2005 12:12 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Molte grazie, Anna, I appreciate your comment.

12/11/2005 12:05 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

I love how this speaks back to your child self, your secret self

12/13/2005 10:26 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Sue, as one who works with children, I'm guessing you would know. It's a self I love dearly and sometimes find hard to reach. Thanks for your comment.

12/13/2005 1:00 PM  

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