How will you spin fermented want into a poem? Doesn’t
ugliness propagate inside a clever turn of phrase? How can
you return to the place where it all began to go wrong? Don’t
understanding and awkwardness have different half-lives?
Can you imagine holding the sea to account? As if the waves
have learnt to settle scores with the daytime moon? The
unanswered grumble, one within the other, touching,
scratching, screaming: Where the hem of the sky brushes
the water, what is wet? That cloud, that cloud, that masks
the sun now, what was it hiding before? When desire burns
itself into longing, when waiting for nothing is still waiting,
how long does night walk before what walks is morning?
A stunner from the first question. I think part of the human condition involves tormenting ourselves with questions that have no (or no satisfying) answers. But we will still ask them even if we know we are waiting for nothing, as you so beautifully put it.
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Thanks so much. Hopefully all the questions are little pebbles we collect on the way to finding the one answer we really want.
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You’ve got me pondering, that’s for sure. ”when waiting for nothing is still waiting” I do that still too much.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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This is a very well-crafted, astute poem.
There are more questions than answers, but i am more than happy to read these questions. 🙂
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Thanks so much!
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Brilliant questions posed. Luv that “hem of the sky ” phrase
Much💛love
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Thanks so much, Gillena.
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I love the message that it just is what it is. You can’t hold the sea to account.
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Thanks so much, Colleen. Glad that resonated.
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Your poem is gorgeous! I read it several times, enchantment growing with each read.
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Thanks so much, Helen. Glad you liked it!
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So many lovely phrases in this and questions to make one think. Very nice.
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Thanks so much, Debi.
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Every question a gem. Beautifully put.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Beautiful poem, interesting questions and great images like ‘Where the hem of the sky brushes
the water’ and ‘When desire burns itself into longing’
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Thank you, Marja.
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Ah, sounds like much more than a grumble to me – by the time I get to that final couplet I too am feeling the longing.
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Thanks so much… we’re in the middle of a crazy heatwave … climate change is scary indeed… all there can be are questions!
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What deep questions. I especially love the last one. Beautiful.
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Thanks so much, Sherry.
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