The sum of your words does not equal
a sentence
neatly tied in bow
Its the words underneath your words
tide & undertow
that turns
my two arms
Into hundred feather wings
my two feet
Into wheeling stars in the sky
Where would I find myself
If not where
your pen takes you
Your everglade, unsculptured
Your debatable peace, a tyranny
I keen to where
Every space is a hovering letter
Every missed punctuation
is serendipity
Your unfinished canvas is my second wind
And even though
between us is a river
of metaphors
I hear your voice
in a seashell
in a raindrop
every turn of a page
is a gift
To all of you
Thank you for your words
Happy Anniversary D'verse Poets Pub !!
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This is the most beautiful poem about poetry that I have ever read. It is the truth that I have been reaching for. The first 3 stanzas especially--what poets' words do--are exquisite, but all, all. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYou certainly have tied this all up in a touching and lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteWords can take one anywhere, poets sure know how to fly at each lair
ReplyDeletehear their voice in a seashell and rain drop....smiles...though we are far apart, i think our words bring us closer together...some great touches in this make it very heartfelt...and thank you, for all you do, for poetry...
ReplyDeletesuch a gift are those words... love the ...Your unfinished canvas is my second wind...the arms into feathered wings... beautiful...happy 3 years!! smiles
ReplyDeleteThis is exactly how word of poetry can affect us... And the thought of what's missing - the spaces where all the essence sit,
ReplyDeletelovely; poetry gives us soooo much freedom... I love how this poem espresses that. especially, "my two arms
ReplyDeleteInto hundred feather wings
my two feet
Into wheeling stars in the sky" couldn't have said it better...
Such an eloquent representation of how the poets' words take us to a magical realm... where we gather all we can. The river of metaphors was a sweet touch.
ReplyDeleteLovely! :-)
-HA
I like what you hear in nature
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you, for yours--always wonderful, sensual, beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis is stunning - really attempts to give voice to the unsayable, to the 'head being blown off' moment that poetry gives us. I too love those lines:
ReplyDeletetide & undertow
that turns
my two arms
Into hundred feather wings
my two feet
Into wheeling stars in the sky
"my two arms
ReplyDeleteInto hundred feather wings
my two feet
Into wheeling stars in the sky"
Beautiful.
This has to be my favorite of all your poems, Grace. Truly the creative Spirit had a hold of you. Funny--I copied these same two lines that I see those above me have cited:
ReplyDeletemy two arms
Into hundred feather wings
my two feet
Into wheeling stars in the sky
Ahh well I still wonder if any but the poets read poetry any more.
ReplyDeleteWow, I really love this. A new favorite for me for sure.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your lovely voice in this "river of metaphors"...Cheers!
ReplyDeleteLovely sentiments Grace, we all swim in the 'river of metaphors' its what keeps us enthralled in the poetry we read and love.
ReplyDeleteGrace I am so honored to have seen you mature into this beautiful and graceful artist. Your work has grown incrementally in the time I have know you and with it your confidence and poise. You have reason to treasure the way your poetry has developed. Your work has become very fine indeed. It's a joy to read your poems and know you through them! Thank you my friend.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you to you, Grace. You are both an inspiring poet and a great supporter. I love the way you write about the words of others in this poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Substantive and spacious all at once. My favorite series of words - because it is SO true.
ReplyDelete"Every space is a hovering letter
Every missed punctuation
is serendipity
Your unfinished canvas is my second wind"
Happy Anniversary to you - the one I'm thinking of as the Grace-Full Poet.
I enjoyed this, Grace. Indeed every turn of the page is a gift. I think poets have a lot of gifts to appreciate, a lot of pages to savor. So many words!
ReplyDeletethis is lovely. I do enjoy a lazy tube ride down the river of metaphors.
ReplyDeleteThank you Grace, for being the poet you describe, for writing the words that connect us. This poem is beautiful, it is what you're about.
ReplyDeleteHappy anniversary, Miss Grace, the princess of the Provinces, the tease from the tundra; I, too, loved many artful clever heartfelt lines, oft quoted here by those who came before me; but as you state/imply/declare for each of us found alone for a moment with each other's words, your poem, your message, becomes personal, written just for me to read, scribbled on a cave wall of our twin cortex, words for the muses, for the ages; always a delight to let you Grace my life.
ReplyDeleteThe opening stanza blew me away. Great poetry knows great openings. You nailed it with this poem. I plan to follow more of your work.
ReplyDeletePoets are something special and absolutely necessary we need them like the water like the air someone write and translate the things are in my heart!
ReplyDeleteCheers to you, Brian and Truedessa someone of my favorites!
:) nice.........
ReplyDeleteHow this resonates! Lifted into the stratosphere of sublime poets & their soul-thoughts... I feel the same.
ReplyDeleteThis is amazingly lovely Grace!! :-) You are such a gifted poet!! :-) I absoluetly adore this poem! :-)
ReplyDeleteAnd this is why I always thank you for sharing your talent. You are blessed with the gift of knowing how to intertwine words and show us our feelings. Be well!!
ReplyDeletePoetry is a medium that bridges gaps and touches hearts across the world. It's the most timeless art form :)
ReplyDeleteGrace, I am saving this poem as you have beautifully captured the essence of poetry in your ode...eloquent and personal and clearly one of your best. ;) Thank you for all your comments.
ReplyDeleteBeauty, emotion, fearlessness, warmth and the singular expression of a loving artist's eye and heart. That's what I always expect whenever I read one of your poems, Grace. Thank you for this piece and for all you do. Best wishes ~ j
ReplyDeleteLove the promise of the third stanza. Transformative; dreams coming to life.
ReplyDeleteThis is what I would have wanted to say. Thank you for writing it for me. :-) Your words are always a joy to read, Grace. :-)
ReplyDeleteIts the words underneath your words
ReplyDeletetide & undertow
that turns
Every space is a hovering letter
Every missed punctuation
is serendipity
Your unfinished canvas is my second wind
Sorry I copied most of your poem. I do not know what to say. Your words are taking me over, can I say I am in love? I don't know.
I will just say one thing - if I could, I would write my tribute to you - I don't know if I can come up with something good enough for sharing - I truly want to.
Respect.
Poetry and freedom AREOR can be TrULY synonymous!..:)
ReplyDeleteThank you for the lovely tribute. Hearing poets in seahelss and raindrops is an image I'll always carry now.
ReplyDeleteSO beautiful, Grace. I especially love "my two arms Into hundred feather wings
ReplyDeletemy two feet Into wheeling stars in the sky" and then those beautiful closing lines. Loved this so much!
So heartfelt and pure. I could feel that it came from your very being, Grace...beautiful as you are.
ReplyDeletea 'Grace-ful" poem filled with those perfect images - the hundred feather wings and feet into wheeling stars - really beautiful - K
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and heartfelt.
ReplyDeleteThe 1st three stanzas are especially strong in this. You managed to articulate my own feelings for our dVerse community. Wonderful work.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Grace.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful word for a lovely tribute
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