22 January 2023

Crow on Stilts

 


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Visual images
remind me to play with
word images too—
oil to sounds as pigment
to words—enriching sense,
lifting cackling erasing
barriers in all their
arrangements. 
Limits to perception
lift when 5 senses act
together with kinetics,
time and sometimes rhyme.
 
Caw Caw. The white pine tilts
its head to a passing
crow who circles back, sits
at the very top where
a hand offers a gift:
seeds wrapped in a pine cone.
Crow eats.  Crow notes kinesis
below: child in a box
attempting to drive his
brother through the forest
of one tall tree on stilts.
I see and smell the forest
 
and song and the rhythm
of feet walking in unison
like a pre-digital
army of joy, happy
people trying to know
each other in voice and
in gender and in history.
Imagine walking in sync
without hurting a tree
or displacing moss.  See
the color: purples and browns,
plaids, reds, denim, whites, and gold.


 Posted at earthweal's open link forum #153

 

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4 comments:

  1. "and song and the rhythm
    of feet walking in unison
    like a pre-digital
    army of joy, happy
    people trying to know
    each other in voice and
    in gender and in history."

    oh, i like that. love the visuals in this poem, all the sensory really, but these images were quite sharp... enjoyed the read

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  2. Such a wonderful poem - full of the joy of walking in the forest....I most loved the lines Phillip quoted, too.

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  3. pre-digital army of joy... this is what we most need... we've replaced it with destruction and texts and destructive texts...

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  4. A harmonium of word and world, this weave between our making, the life's and a crow's. Lovely and lively, Susan.

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