Tuesday, May 16, 2006


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

I am wrapped in leaves
singing in

I am wrapped in flame
pungent smoke

I am wrapped in the depths
of a dry well
of shadows

I am wrapped in wishes
under stars

I am wrapped in names
spoken into


Blogger Brenda said...

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...

5/16/2006 11:36 AM  
Blogger mermaid said...

'spoke into silence'

Yet, these words give them all a voice.

5/16/2006 11:43 AM  
Blogger Sky said...

I see this poem as a story, perhaps nostalgic, remembering much...unrelated to words but instead a memory of the senses.

5/16/2006 1:45 PM  
Blogger leslee said...

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.

5/16/2006 2:19 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

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 ...

5/16/2006 3:23 PM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...


I am rapt.

Knocking on the Muses' door -- the evocative, invocational quality of this poem.

5/17/2006 4:19 AM  
Blogger Jean said...

"I am wrapped in sky
the air's
dance "

C'est du vrai mysticisme !

5/17/2006 5:19 AM  
Blogger robin andrea said...

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.

5/17/2006 7:57 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Thanks, all. The inspiration for this, Mary — I'm still not entirely sure.

5/17/2006 4:17 PM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

Your poems wrap up my heart and I am softer afterwards.

5/18/2006 3:54 AM  
Blogger firebird said...

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.

5/18/2006 10:08 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

beautiful immages, the arangement works really well

5/19/2006 11:11 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Corey, firebird, Sue, thank you for your kind words.

5/22/2006 10:08 AM  
Anonymous yllstonewolf said...

so beautiful. wistful and full of tender longing. i know the feeling!

5/23/2006 11:49 AM  
Blogger Richard Lawrence Cohen said...

Lovely! Quiet rhythms and an inspired refrain, leading the reader from stanza to meaningful stanza.

5/27/2006 9:03 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Anne, there is no doubt in my mind, having seen your photographs, that you know the feeling.

Richard, thank you very much.

5/27/2006 9:39 PM  

Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home