& arranged in//out in a template
my fingers move as one familiar
with keys & pitch but its not music
its drone of machines, tip//tap
like the way our foot pedals &
stops reflex in traffic, stilted phrases
our tongues click//clack as clock
though i am lost in matrix of numbers
results imitate a bell curve: high, normal or
low, i am zip//zap
at end of day, i look for my footprints in sky
there is path i was ambling
half remembering, i sit in garden
symmetrical with moss edged trees
flowers bloom off tangent, yet more
fragrant, above the moon tilts
to the quiet//hush of evening, as my pen
rules: scrawls, slashes, salivates,
stirs & sculptures
you coming & falling into me
tension is unbearable, pull//push
lightning in slow motion kiss
scarring crimson verses
our love vacillates between liquid & air
- is chaos & choir, beautifully unbroken
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Thanks for the visit ~
I am off in the afternoon for errands but I will return visits & comments ~
Oh, I do like thinking about footprints in the sky & the hush of the evening. And your last stanza is beautiful, Grace!
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ReplyDeleteyes, Dezzy ~
DeleteA lot of great imagery in your poem, Grace! "fragrant, above the moon tilts / to the quiet//hush of evening" - my favorite lines.
ReplyDeleteThank you Gabriella ~
Deletegreat close....those last couple lines are quite emotive...love how you use the // to break words that play together in this grace....the footprints in the sky as well is a great touch...
ReplyDeleteon the road myself, so i pulled over and got you tagged in...sorry it was just a bit late....smiles.
i really like the sound in your verse too...
DeleteThanks Brian ~
Deletechaos & choir...i like... and unbroken... so many things have their own pattern...exist in patterns.... i like the breaking free to write...and love..
ReplyDeleteDay in and day out... ending like that is a good thing.
ReplyDeleteThanks Laurie ~
DeleteSounds like a pretty great pattern, the spontaneity part of the weave--works well, Grace. k.
ReplyDeleteThanks K ~
DeleteIt seems as if creatures of habit, we fall too easily into patterns of behavior, regardless of their outcomes, of the frustration or pain that may cause others; this poetic journey was touching, lovely, smitten by truth, and you left us with an upbeat; nice use of the prompt.
ReplyDeleteThank you Glenn ~
Delete"At the end of the, I look for my footprints in the sky"---that's gorgeous, Grace. Everyday is like a pattern or series of going in & going out, pushing through & pulling back, li'l & big survivals sometimes it gets tiring but at the end of a day we can still manage to breathe at least by letting it out through these words. smiles.
ReplyDeleteGoodness, you are up early Kelvin ~ Thank you for the lovely words ~
DeleteThe rhythm of this is perfect for the message. The syncopation is the same as the rhythm of life; disjointed in it's regularity, full of tension and variation of cadence. Lovely Grace.
ReplyDeleteThanks M ~
DeleteI love all of the 'tip-taps' and 'click-clacks' in this piece-- it is such a wonderfully sculpted poem with ridges along the smooth curves that not only do NOT disrupt the flow but rather create the texture which is so inviting, the 'pattern' you have laid out for us to spread ourselves on. Top-notch. ~peace, Jason
ReplyDeleteI like that we are writing about sounds too Jason ~ Thanks for the visit ~
DeleteA day with footprints in the sky.. a day that ends so far from tic-toc and click-clack.. and bell-curves... sounds like a day to repeat.
ReplyDeleteNot the tedium, but the night yes ~ Thanks Bjorn ~
DeleteSo beautiful Grace, love the perfect close.
ReplyDeleteYou work the theme of repitition into a weave here that picks up every motion and completes it into the dance of love. Your poems are becoming such lovely graceful gifts, Grace.
ReplyDeletei liked the interaction of writer and environment... and the gentle pace
ReplyDeleteThe first few stanzas of this are really hypnotic, Heaven, and the structure is repetitive, but not a drone, more of an accent. I think you may have meant a car, but for some reason I was seeing an old foot-pedal sewing machine, women with backs bent, sewing and sewing as the needles went up and down--the middle is a calm interlude and the end, a nice splash of release. Enjoyed it very much.
ReplyDeleteThat was lovely Heaven.
ReplyDelete......dhole
Follow those prints with slow motion kisses, works for me. Great built up at your sea
ReplyDeleteI love all of the sounds in this poem, makes for great reading. Especially love the lines "our love vacillates between liquid & air
ReplyDelete- is chaos & choir, beautifully unbroken" - Brilliant!
So beautiful.................
ReplyDeleteLuscious in it's romantic repetitive cross- crossing form
ReplyDeleteah! lovely piece...
ReplyDeleteI looked for my footprints in the sky, but all I found was fingerprints on the moon.
ReplyDeleteI think this is about computers and typing! To me, anyway. And maybe a blog template? :) Very open to musing on this.
I love how there is a garden in this too.
xoxo
Wow. This is powerful. I love how you talk about looking in the sky for your footprints. It just made me think of so much. Ts a really inspirational phrase :) And your last stanza was my favorte.... i love the wild picture it portrays! I could imagine a pair of raucous lovers, alive and burning eachother with their powerful passion *.*
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written!
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful and serene in one hand and passionate on the other. Always loved your poetry Grace, but this one is special. Smiles. Almost lost myself reading through the lines.
ReplyDeleteI like the double slash opposition repetition, how it reinforces and emphasizes the pulse of love. Been away the weekend visiting an very ill aunt - last days, really - so unable to write or post. I quite like K's prompt, and expect it will ruminate until something pops out. Good week to you, Grace - I start the week having turned 49 today! It's brisk but sunny here ~
ReplyDeleteFootprints in the sky...lovely wondrous words. Beautiful writing.
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