Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #8

Micropoetry MonthThe last time I tried my version of Wallace Stevens’ “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” I called it “ Thirteen Ways of Looking in the Mirror” . Think I need to change my perspective!

Try your own set of thirteen (or three or ten) or share any other form of micropoetry using comments or Mister Linky! Here’s mine.

Thirteen Ways of Looking at Myself


my silence
is the space
I concede to you,


as a fragment of a fragment
of a fragment…
should I worry
that I am incomplete


whatever you see
when you see me,
know that inside
I am polished mirror


my anger has a way
of finding hidden words
while pain sits in the dark
reading someone else’s poems


what I know about love
I learnt from the river
that polishes one stone
into a glowing pebble
and lets another survive


I was once a chinar leaf
that fell, sunset soaked,
to the rhythm
of fading footsteps…
matter to matter


the space I occupy
is the space that separates earth from sky
like an unkindness


I am a grieving
widow, ashen draped,
mourning a rain
that never fell


this I know-
my shadow also believes
I am just a trick
of the morning light


I make lists on parchment
of things the world won’t give me-
in return for things
I won’t give the world


does rough wool
want to be fine muslin?
does my swirling mind
want to be Rumi’s song?


louder than any
silence I know
is the whisper of stones
in an abandoned temple


perpetrator and victim,
I judge myself
from the sidelines



62 thoughts on “Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #8

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  2. Again superb poetry, I love all these facets of silence I love the fragrant and the leaf and Rumi and absolutely love “the whisprs of stones in an abandoned temple. I agree their silence speaks very loud. When is your poetry book coming out?


  3. Wow. Gosh. Each one hit home, some harder than others. I found this the most sad: “the space I occupy / is the space that separates earth from sky / like an unkindness” Such a surprise to find unkindness in the very center of the ways of looking at self! But I have been there and I know hugging and cherishing self is hard, That is why I found this one the most loving:
    “louder than any
    silence I know
    is the whisper of stones
    in an abandoned temple”
    To know that is to arrive somewhere, and once you arrive, it is no longer abandoned.
    Marvelous images.


      1. I would really enjoy the challenge, but at the moment, my thoughts are straying in another direction, lol. I will try it though, later… it might surprise you…



  4. Ha. the shadow thinking you are just eh trick, that made me chuckle.
    the first one though really has power to me, the conceding of silence to another.
    It is relevant to me.

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