I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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18 October 2013

Seeking to Touch the Wind

I scry your face.
It is speaking mystery.
I listen like a lizard.

Shuffling my chair,
I tune in as to a dance —
one that cuts the air.

Would you clear this picture,
spread gravel over its lines?
Let me hold it, though it’s fragile as a leaf.

Submitted for Verse First ~ Half & Half, using a 'prescriptive' rather than inspirational construction.


  1. it's l the entire lifetime of a grand love felt in seconds through a vision, a memory of times gone by or yet to be..TMc

    1. You are right of course. Though the composition process was, on the face of it, arbitrary, my unconscious was involved in crafting the particular juxtapositions.

  2. "Let me hold it, though it's fragile as a leaf." This is a spectacular poem, Rosemary, however it was birthed. Wowzers, kiddo!

    1. I'm so glad you think so. Surprising where the prompts can take us, sometimes.

  3. Every element, an invitation. Stunning.