Spring night
wind blows all night
and I wake in a sweat
thinking of you who
are not with me
this longing
threads through my heart
and pulls wayward
I look for beauty every day
and find it most places
but what of
the holes I find —
pull a veil of sky
over my shoulders,
sit with the emptiness
there is a song
in deeper recesses
pushing itself
out
and so I walk
daily, feet
on the path
and, singing to myself
and to those here
and to you who
are not with me,
sing my life
into this shape
that carries you, too
and I wake in a sweat
thinking of you who
are not with me
this longing
threads through my heart
and pulls wayward
I look for beauty every day
and find it most places
but what of
the holes I find —
pull a veil of sky
over my shoulders,
sit with the emptiness
there is a song
in deeper recesses
pushing itself
out
and so I walk
daily, feet
on the path
and, singing to myself
and to those here
and to you who
are not with me,
sing my life
into this shape
that carries you, too
posted by MB at 9:24 AM
10 Comments:
Melodious acceptance.
As one who has "heard music" in my head since before I can remember, it's nice to have a new perspective on it...one that doesn't make me feel quite so "touched in the head"!
Thank you!
alan
I like the singing, MB. The song of your life unfolding in each step.
even though there is song this poem feels very sad to me.
it is a little sad but very very nice.
your poem is so beautiful, so gentle, so thoughtful. it is a tonic for me trying my best to rise out of the doldrums. hard work as winter tries to give birth to spring. thanks for your constant and beautiful offerings.
Very beautiful yet sad, but life is both those things sometimes, and the last 4 stanzas in particular really speak to me. Thank you.
sing my life
into this shape
that carries you, too
I see also an image here of someone singing into a sea shell; for are we all not shells filling and emptying out every moment, never really knowing what will eventually fill the shape? This poem seems not only a personal confrontation with the moment but also something similar to talking into a telephone and waiting for another voice on the end. I hope that doesn't sound to pedestrian, given the provacativeness of your beautiful poem. Your singing leaves a melodious blank line, waiting to be filled. My little perception can only be but one iota of an infinite rendering of life's journey. Very beautiful azulejo.
Hey, word verification ended in "ita!"
Thanks, all, for your wonderful comments. I've got such thoughtful readers!
This poem, as it spun out, became richly layered. Yes, it is a confrontation of the moment, but it became broader. The poem is of the moment but is simultaneously a reflection of moving through life. Some of the comments say the poem seems sad...sure, there is sadness there but also joy, questions, no answers except to keep walking and keep singing... I think for me, more than sad, it is poignant and about something unfinished.
a gorgeous tribute to the one who is not with you. your words are especially meaningful to me these days.
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