08 January 2016

Beautiful Dripping Fragments*

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Holocaust Memorial Center



Yes, icicles on ice and autumn leaves
and feathers as they touch down, but also
such moments as we lift our heads to see
a fog lift pink, sound still to green and dark
silence and  news anchors or presidents
swallow or hesitate and wipe away
unstaged tears caused by inhumanity.

Yes, dark chocolate icing and home-knit shawls
unique and personal, but also poems
on paper snack napkins written and saved
and lost and found again as mystic time
opens and leads as if the only muse
and light we need to capture words that hit
and run like candle wax melt at midnight.  



*This phrase is from Walt Whitman's poem "Spontaneous Me" which is available with today's prompt.




Copyright © 2016  Susan L. Chast

11 comments:

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Wow! This completely blew me away :D what a glorious perspective on the prompt! Thank you so much for participating tonight. Beautifully executed.


Lots of love,
Sanaa

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

I particularly love the second stanza Susan--there is some real magic in it for me

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Those tears the President wiped away made me love him even more than before. A man strong enough to cry over what needs crying over. This is a breathtaking write, my friend.

James Toma said...

wonderful thoughts and musings. thanks for this!

brudberg said...

The unstaged tears... yes that's the type of spontaneity I need... a wonderful poem full of meaning

Magaly Guerrero said...

"...we need to capture words that hit
and run like candle wax melt at midnight."

I love everything about these lines. The idea of "capturing words" and thoughts as they go, allowing them to "melt" as un-watched "candles"... plants all sorts of promises in my soul. For even when the words are wild and the melted wax shapes itself as it wants, we can always rearrange the words into poetry that speaks to our hearts, sculpt the wax into shapes that give voices to our thoughts.

This is delicious poetry, Susan.

Mary said...

Deep and moving. Especially like these:
"we need to capture words that hit
and run like candle wax melt at midnight."
Yes, we certainly do!

Victoria said...

Oh, Susan, this is so good. Yes, to all of the above. Especially enjoyed the final stanza.

georgeplaceblog said...

"poems
on paper snack napkins written and saved
and lost and found again" and "capture words that hit
and run like candle wax melt at midnight."
Ah, those are tasty words.

Vinay Leo R. said...

Oh yes. I could relate to those poems on paper napkins. :) I think most poets might be able to! Beautiful.

sreeja harikrishnan said...

Loved the second stanza most...beautiful!