I.
A poem is a raindrop in mid-
dle of my run-
ning thoughts, a riddle at
tip of my tongue-
a symphony of fleeting words-
a flash of white wings above trees-
II.
A poem is you
between heart-
beats-
-core, mantle, skin -
shadowing move-
ments-
I run
Not to trap you in the page
But hurl you back
to starless & moonless
sky-
III.
A poem is roar
sound searching in its intensity
amplifying thunder run
reaching climax
only my ears
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Oh Grace....you have such a way with words and line breaks....three beautiful definitions here. Smiling at the "riddle on the tip of my tongue."
ReplyDeleteI like the riddle on the tip of my tongue too, sometimes that is how they start an overheard snippet of conversation a brief sound in the buzz of a busy morning....
ReplyDeleteI like these lines: "Not to trap you in the page
ReplyDeleteBut hurl you back
to starless & moonless
sky" It is good not to be trapped on a page.
I love this so much. The feel is sublime and the line breaks masterful. It amazes me how you weave words the way you do Grace. I would know a poem of yours anywhere.Just filled with beauty and of course Grace.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you often number stanzas in poems, Grace. It adds to the structure, especially when a poem includes radical line breaks and white space, which I find so effective in your writing. I love the opening lines, especially the 'symphony of fleeting words- a flash of white wings above trees' and the wonderful wordplay in:
ReplyDelete'A poem is roar
sound searching in its intensity'.
These things are so fragile and delicate. Run or you'll lose it. I can see what you mean.
ReplyDeleteSure goes and then roars away, keep on at it at your bay.
ReplyDelete"Not to trap you in the page / But hurl you back / to starless & moonless" -- wonderful!
ReplyDeleteI followed the trajectory of your poem (about a poem) to that wonderful release of the last line. Bravo!
ReplyDeletePoeTry A SoUL
ReplyDeleteiNk BLoT
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MoRE..:)
Grace, I have loved your work for so long, but I think this is my favorite of yours. The form is perfection and it stretches across the page and the mind in a marvelous, expanding way.
ReplyDeleteThis is marvelous!
ReplyDeleteA poem is... Your three ... not definitions, but stitches of colored (multi-colored) thread that taken as a whole depict not poetry, but the poet's heart and soul. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteYep this one's a beaut. Stanza III leaves me breathless - liked so much the word play of 'roar' - as in "Poem is roar" - as the whole stanza roars along to its climax - and then that quiet intimate last line. So good.
ReplyDeleteYes, all that you say, and more!!
ReplyDeleteI liked your description of a poem being you...with core mantle and skin... very nice imagery
ReplyDeleteYou have captured a live, living thing. It's running, roaring, beating and dropping like rain from heaven.
ReplyDeleteGrace, simply beautiful.. your words inspire me, and your imagery...
ReplyDeleteI like that we are live poems!
ReplyDeletePoetry is a living thing, you have painted this so beautifully here :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteThe father, son, Holy Spirit of poetry! It is all those things. And as believers relate to one usually over the other two, I am inclined toward the thunderous roar!
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