26 August 2015

On Poetry

File:Rainbow in Se Catedral.jpg
Rainbow in Se Catedral


Hope flits in one window and out again
before we note it is the blue dream we
had courted when the two of us were one.

You follow but I gasp a while longer
to see such joy in flickering blue flame
far from the burner whence its birth resides.

If what we generated then still thrives
someone feeds it, at least, with longing eyes—
someone is nourished by it too, I think.

See how buoyantly it glides in and out
surviving despite us without surprise,
and without questioning its place—the world—

Where flying gold and brown and red join too,
in this draft house of language and of sighs,
each hopeful lens in search in sight and sound

Loosed by one, two, or more who dared to write
an aha moment down so truths crisscross
the land even without a place to stand. 



Posted at Sherry's 

Midweek Motif: The Joy of Poetry



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22 comments:

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Such a fabulous poem - indeed poetry tends to feed and nourish our yearning souls :D
Beautifully executed :D

Lots of love,
Sanaa

Unknown said...

There is joy in the communing of poets isnt there? I think that is part of the adventure. Hope you are feeling stronger.

Gillena Cox said...

"See how buoyantly it glides..."
My favourite verse

Have a good Wednesday

Much love...

X said...

Hopefully someone is nourished by it,
and I really like that it survives despite us,
at times. Ha. Draft house of language,
what a cool phrase.

Gail said...

I like.

Sumana Roy said...

"If what we generated then still thrives
someone feeds it, at least, with longing eyes—
someone is nourished by it too, I think."......i love those longing eyes and being nourished...poetry is such a joy...

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Daring to write the aha moment sometimes necessitates getting out of bed in the middle of the night! ;)

Poems at Daybreak

Helen said...

Yes, it is the aha moments that make poems a joy to write ... both the good and the bad moments.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh this is fantastic! The blue dream, the "draft house of language and pf sighs" (spectacular!), and those who dare to write truths crisscrossing the land........just wonderful, Thanks for writing to the prompt from your rehab bed, my friend.

De Jackson said...

"in this draft house of language and of sighs" -- OH! Love this, especially.

Purba chakraborty said...

This is a marvelous poem, Susan. Such profound lines.
So good to read you, after a long time.

Panchali said...

Good to have you back, Susan. Hope you are doing well...
Beautiful poem....your words just pull me in strange ways. Beautiful this is, Susan.

Anonymous said...

See how buoyantly it glides in and out
surviving despite us without surprise,
and without questioning its place......... OH, YEAH

Old Egg said...

Poetry does survive without us even develop meaning we hadn't thought was there as others read it and are lit up in ways we did not anticipate. Beautifully done Susan.

rallentanda said...

Welcome back Susan. Poetry has a life of its own...Nice !

Mary said...

Yes, so very true!

kaykuala said...

If what we generated then still thrives
someone feeds it, at least, with longing eyes—

One can stay transfixed by poetry and be mesmerized by the beautiful imagery that it brings out. Truly said Susan!

Hank

Myrna R. said...

Susan, this is beautiful. So true, I've had many aha moments after writing something that clarifies who I am.
Hope you're feeling better.

Gen Giggles said...

Dreams that live on without us, a very interesting concept. Great poem.

Maude Lynn said...

Beautiful, Susan!

Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene) said...

this was light and fun...an aha moment

gracias

Intelliblog said...

Beautifully expressed, Susan, with some wonderful word painting, coloured with a wonderful lexical palette.