for mine is the kingdom
mine the braids of music
mine the mimesis of
"This is Morning Edition"
heard in the next room
*
soon I will love what
my mother cannot love
soon enough, recover
myself, the messy stems
of stirrings since flooded
*
keep me from stony
accounting, teach me
to be trying for peace
gather me with those
who tend to the night
*
to pass over the heads,
the beds of my children
Pic: Fall along the Red Cedar. View from the walking bridge yesterday.
5 comments:
So beautiful. So sorry I've been MIA from your blog for a while- life has been very overwhelming lately. November and December look promising and sort of chill so my hope is to catch up on reading then. Hugs.
I love the imagery in this poem and the cadence of the stanzas. The use of repetition is so effective. Even though I'm unsure of the totality of its meaning, I still appreciate the parts of the whole.
Thanks!
Sorry to hear of the overwhelm, Daria... I'm looking forward to Nov and Dec with you <3
Thank you as always for your generous reading, Nance. It's one of those things that made more sense in my head, I suppose. (The dross from typing at 3 am :)
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