For you
we stand
arms out
reaching grasping
longing missing
crying howling
through holes
in the air
where you
once stood.
Our hands
hang empty
at the ends
of our arms.
The piles
of ideas
words papers
maps charts
essays books
ink blots
chalk dust
false starts
brave conclusions
our connections -
these piles
tip over
topple scatter
pour out
spill splatter
bleed and
we stand
arms out
hearts falling
faces closing
bones showing
skins hiding
knees knocking
wishing wanting
reaching grabbing
for ghosts
shadowy impulses
of you.
Seconds days
years eons
click fly
tumble by
until finally
we are able
to stand
arms out
letting you
go.
It was Harriet, the spunky protagonist of Louise Fitzhugh's book, Harriet the Spy, who inspired me, at the age of eight, to keep secret notebooks. Since then, I have spent my life writing and teaching writing. Recently, I decided to join my fellow poet friends in the challenge to write and post at least one poem each week....and thus, another blog has been born...
The Inspiration
10.06.2010
10.05.2010
Paradoxical Earth
click click click
The earth moves
in measured paces
across the skies.
It's a predictable march
through time
but the wanton gem
of the universe
defies predictability
as she glides all night
in her shimmery, glimmery
sequined skirts
as she dances her days
swinging and swaying
as she spins through space
her waters foaming
in great swirling wakes
as she trips and trails
through the universe
my beautiful, measured unmeasured
paradoxical woman, Earth.
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