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| 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
Copyright © 2015 S.L.Chast
Such a fabulous poem - indeed poetry tends to feed and nourish our yearning souls :D
ReplyDeleteBeautifully executed :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
There is joy in the communing of poets isnt there? I think that is part of the adventure. Hope you are feeling stronger.
ReplyDelete"See how buoyantly it glides..."
ReplyDeleteMy favourite verse
Have a good Wednesday
Much love...
Hopefully someone is nourished by it,
ReplyDeleteand I really like that it survives despite us,
at times. Ha. Draft house of language,
what a cool phrase.
I like.
ReplyDelete"If what we generated then still thrives
ReplyDeletesomeone 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...
Daring to write the aha moment sometimes necessitates getting out of bed in the middle of the night! ;)
ReplyDeletePoems at Daybreak
Yes, it is the aha moments that make poems a joy to write ... both the good and the bad moments.
ReplyDeleteOh 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.
ReplyDelete"in this draft house of language and of sighs" -- OH! Love this, especially.
ReplyDeleteThis is a marvelous poem, Susan. Such profound lines.
ReplyDeleteSo good to read you, after a long time.
Good to have you back, Susan. Hope you are doing well...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem....your words just pull me in strange ways. Beautiful this is, Susan.
See how buoyantly it glides in and out
ReplyDeletesurviving despite us without surprise,
and without questioning its place......... OH, YEAH
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.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back Susan. Poetry has a life of its own...Nice !
ReplyDeleteYes, so very true!
ReplyDeleteIf what we generated then still thrives
ReplyDeletesomeone 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
Susan, this is beautiful. So true, I've had many aha moments after writing something that clarifies who I am.
ReplyDeleteHope you're feeling better.
Dreams that live on without us, a very interesting concept. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Susan!
ReplyDeletethis was light and fun...an aha moment
ReplyDeletegracias
Beautifully expressed, Susan, with some wonderful word painting, coloured with a wonderful lexical palette.
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