Today’s prompt is to write a sketch poem. Most of my poetry is sketches anyway, imagistic moments, a few lines of spiderweb, a dash of color, touch of light.
Crouching in the doorway
of your lost hopes,
you raise your head.
Morning sun dazzles your eyes
in a wash of gold and green.
Someone’s rooster crows
in the distance,
and a thousand little birds
bring the garden alive.
And then your name,
there in the too-bright light:
an egg, a seed,
planted in the soil
of your confusion, your grief.
Wake up! Do not try
to touch the heart of it.
Breathe it in.
Let it grow within you.
Now go and speak your truth
to those who will listen.
<Prompt 9: Write a Poem titled “The Other _____”> I feel like this one is only a sort of a beginning, but it will have to suffice for today.
What if the other name of God is Magic?
If the other name for Magic is Science?
Is Wonder, is Awe, is Hope?
What if the other name of Goddess is Art?
Is Music, is wailing, is howling, is bells,
is the sound of the wind in the branches?
What if you call out Oh Beauty! Oh Marvel!
and the Voice Ineffable answers, Yes. I Am.
Or this: What if the other name for Divine is
I Want, is I Need, is I Can’t Take It Anymore?
And you call it out and the Mystery
at the Heart of Everything answers
I Am Here.
1. York’s amazing musicians and artists and poets. What an honor it was to share the stage with such intense forces of artistry.
2. How everybody’s secret nests are suddenly so visible, so vulnerable, without the leaf-cover.
3. Betsy’s words about what the farm means. This has been a day to feel deeply honored by the ways people feel a connection to this piece of land.
4. Tomorrow we are buying a family fish, and the boys are anticipating it like Christmas. Thank you, Sandra.
5. Revising, re-visioning
Blessings on the roots.