Thursday, June 24, 2010

31. Elsething

without
as a form of being
(if you can
tell what I mean)

structure
is eclectic

how you put
together that
beingness
defines

the lack of
something is still
something
else

or:

without
as a form
of being
oneself

the pleasure of aloneness

simple
down to one
a single
I

who sees twice
as far

the pressure of aloneness

at times
like these
(night)
and in these
places
(darkness surrounding
a globe of light)

I am the one left

to myself
or write

there are so few words
to use to say anything

we use them for nothing
instead

to save space

in the cherry orchards
where you live ripe
with sunlight and greened shadows
the fruit given up
and the fruit saved
are identical

the branches behold

shadowleaf

windsun

what part of something else
will something be?

where are the edges
of beauty and from which
direction do they approach?

if I could live past it,
I might be there

the air

giving you flight
tip of the wing on
a turn and the earth
asks for your body
your life

the weight of it
you feel and fall yet
don’t

an arc
as a turn
and what you carry
forth

a young daughter
the voice of her
the voice of here
the voice you hear

you distinguish
between sunlight and singing
but to no particular purpose

the fragrances of the earth
surround you
closing in

abundance of greening
though we grey out of it
and towards
something else

maybe small
quite large

an apartnesss
of that discrete person

you call I
I call you

every singularity
of every sung life
ablaze and blowing out

2 comments:

  1. Thanks, Anne. It is a struggle every day to write these, and some days come more easily than others. It will be interesting to see what my cousin, not a reader of poetry, makes of this, especially since she has no idea it's on its way to her, or what it is, or why I'm sending it.

    Geof

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