still have that capacity to pierce.
maybe to touch too in ways no one envisaged-
grains of rice glued together;
taking apart scatters, rendering it meaningless.
one heart can read another if they are in harmony,
in our case, we depart from norm. suspend it
in timeless space…my prose or poetry
as you deem fit with your narrowed vision.
not that it makes any iota of difference
if you shelved those into a corner.
“I will bottle it all, throw it into vast ocean”
From Read Write Poem prompt: meta-whatsits? I took the following and wrote the above piece.
A Gift by Amy Lowell
SEE! I give myself to you, Beloved!
My words are little jars
For you to take and put upon a shelf.
Their shapes are quaint and beautiful,
And they have many pleasant colors and lustres
To recommend them.
Also the scent from them fills the room
With sweetness of flowers and crushed grasses.
When I shall have given you the last one
You will have the whole of me,
But I shall be dead.
Do not forget to ride the train...
LOVE those first two lines, Gautami! Man, those are strong.
ReplyDeleteI've got some Roadie Poet ready to roll later tonight (my time) on the Train.
this is so elegant.
ReplyDeleteAll I can say is - wow.
ReplyDeleteOh, and Michele sent me.
'twittering words scattered like specked dust
ReplyDeletestill have that capacity to pierce.'
Great opening. Thanks for including the poem by Amy Lowell, which is an intriguing look into your process.
"suspend it
ReplyDeletein timeless space…my prose or poetry
as you deem fit with your narrowed vision."
I sense more is being referred to than just written word. I love this poem.
'taking apart scatters, rendering it meaningless'
ReplyDeletethat expresses so well the effect of treating the language of the heart like a mathematical equation.
i just love the imagery in this
this flows nicely
ReplyDeletei definitely follow missy's lead on focusing on this line....
ReplyDelete"suspend it
in timeless space…my prose or poetry
as you deem fit with your narrowed vision."
it describes the blank stare i get from so many that read my work....and i am then left wondering,, what it is that makes them up,, if it cannot be reached....
Hi. Michele sent me
ReplyDeleteI like the comparison of grains of rice to the meaning of words:
ReplyDeletegrains of rice glued together;
taking apart scatters, rendering it meaningless.
I loved the grains of rice, too. Such a unique vision, that.
ReplyDeleteYou will love this week's RWP prompt!
ReplyDeleteI read this, and I feel pain.
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