Disappearances
I am wrapped in water
in the sound
of falling
I am wrapped in soil
dark now, its
scent rising
I am wrapped in sky
the air's
dance
I am wrapped in leaves
singing in
green
I am wrapped in flame
pungent smoke
gone
I am wrapped in the depths
of a dry well
of shadows
I am wrapped in wishes
under stars
spilling
I am wrapped in names
spoken into
silence
in the sound
of falling
I am wrapped in soil
dark now, its
scent rising
I am wrapped in sky
the air's
dance
I am wrapped in leaves
singing in
green
I am wrapped in flame
pungent smoke
gone
I am wrapped in the depths
of a dry well
of shadows
I am wrapped in wishes
under stars
spilling
I am wrapped in names
spoken into
silence
posted by MB at 9:15 AM
16 Comments:
The wrapping here, delicate, fragile, erasing the boundaries between you and the natural world, what we've spent copious centuries naming, until even those names are "spoken into/silence." Beautiful...
'spoke into silence'
Yet, these words give them all a voice.
I see this poem as a story, perhaps nostalgic, remembering much...unrelated to words but instead a memory of the senses.
Oo, very nice. I love the falling stanzas. I love the being enveloped and disappearing into all these different sensual experiences. The last is harder to feel - names - but maybe because it's disappeared into the intangible.
Like Leslee, I like the falling stanzas. And the sensual contrast between each stanza and the ones before and after it. And the last stanza is very powerful. I'd love to know the inspiration for this ...
Me?
I am rapt.
Knocking on the Muses' door -- the evocative, invocational quality of this poem.
"I am wrapped in sky
the air's
dance "
C'est du vrai mysticisme !
When I read your poems, mb, I am always struck by how much of the world pours through your skin, or in this case wraps you. There is so much sensuality and tactile impressions here. So beautiful.
Thanks, all. The inspiration for this, Mary — I'm still not entirely sure.
Your poems wrap up my heart and I am softer afterwards.
To me, this poem reads along with "pierced" as a means of dealing with loss and loneliness--by wrapping oneself in familiar and powerful forces of nature.
Transforming those feelings by merging with these other entities, and being healed.
beautiful immages, the arangement works really well
Corey, firebird, Sue, thank you for your kind words.
so beautiful. wistful and full of tender longing. i know the feeling!
Lovely! Quiet rhythms and an inspired refrain, leading the reader from stanza to meaningful stanza.
Anne, there is no doubt in my mind, having seen your photographs, that you know the feeling.
Richard, thank you very much.
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