Wednesday, March 22, 2006

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

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


Blogger mermaid said...

Melodious acceptance.

3/22/2006 10:29 AM  
Blogger alan said...

As one who has "heard music" in my head since before I can remember, it's nice to have a new perspective on that doesn't make me feel quite so "touched in the head"!

Thank you!


3/22/2006 10:54 AM  
Blogger Rexroth's Daughter said...

I like the singing, MB. The song of your life unfolding in each step.

3/22/2006 12:06 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

even though there is song this poem feels very sad to me.

3/22/2006 2:29 PM  
Blogger rdl said...

it is a little sad but very very nice.

3/22/2006 2:59 PM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

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.

3/22/2006 9:23 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

Very beautiful yet sad, but life is both those things sometimes, and the last 4 stanzas in particular really speak to me. Thank you.

3/23/2006 8:55 AM  
Blogger Lhombre said...

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!"

3/23/2006 9:50 AM  
Blogger MB said...

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.

3/23/2006 10:25 AM  
Anonymous yllstonewolf said...

a gorgeous tribute to the one who is not with you. your words are especially meaningful to me these days.

3/24/2006 11:54 AM  

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