"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness."
Khalil Gibran

Thursday, June 22, 2017

The Swans

Swans
M.C. Escher (1956)



Let us skim the surface of reality
like a pair of swans
and call it poetry

Or instead of giving it away,
two waterbirds, with necks bent
like the delicate handles of white china jugs.

No ripples.
No plumbing of the doubtful depths beneath
for our several personal atrocities

Just this almost silent glide
and a swishing turn by the reeds, poise,
because the secret lies in contemplation rather than deed.

And don’t forget to admire the mirrored underside of clouds
like pulsing throats waiting to be slit open,
and for rain to fingertip the silvery skin

And call it poetry.


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Today's challenge in the Imaginary Garden: Literary Excursions ~ Metafiction




25 comments:

  1. I think I understand what you are after.. the images you give are poetry (especially the underside of clouds) - I need tå think abour this...

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    1. Bjorn, I cannot lay claim to any expertise in this genre. I have felt kind of separated from the process of writing for the last two months, I'm simply trying to feel my way back in. Or at least to come to terms with the reason why I want to write at all.

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    2. The best reason of all... so good that you are making your way back...

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  2. "Let us skim the surface of reality"

    Luv the opening line, read like "Act One Scene One...

    much love...

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    1. Thank you, Gillena. I hadn't thought of it that way, but I see it.

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  3. Throats waiting to be slit... and verse gushes out. Yowza!
    Loved reading this, Kerry, and I'll try to do the same. xo

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    1. I wrote this on my phone, after midnight.. a strange shower of words in the midst of drought.

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  4. I think it's brilliant, so there! Wonderful language making rich images – my favourite that 'swishing turn by the reeds' – and the Escher an inspired starting-point.

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    1. As always, with me, the picture comes after the poem. The Escher did seem almost too perfect.

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  5. My goodness this is good!❤️ Especially love; "Just this almost silent glide and a swishing turn by the reeds, poise, because the secret lies in contemplation rather than deed."❤️

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    1. The image skated across my mind, so I wrote it down. I'm glad it worked.

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  6. Beautiful images and longings I feel also

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    1. Good to know some emotions are attached to the words. Thanks, Debi.

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  7. Let us live "...and call it poetry". How I love its implications, and its truths...

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    1. I like the way you see things, Magaly.

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  8. Geez.

    "don’t forget to admire the mirrored underside of clouds
    like pulsing throats waiting to be slit"

    Speechless.

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  9. That wait was worth it! This poem works on a dazzling number of levels, the gliding of words, depths which may be personal may be poisoned may be arch and dark enough to feed poetry, the poise, the facility of working between the firmaments, the sacrificial motions necessary to feed the world. We should all go silent for a time and then watch what ripens. Welcome back.

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  10. Thank you, friend. May every reader find as much as you, of what I have written on water.

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  11. I love the serenity and depth of your words here. I can see the gliding swans in my mind.

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  12. Had me smiling, Kerry. :) Your last verse was the topping on the meat loaf. Having just gotten on my back for some cloud reading when the knife came. Slitting their throats, blood and tears as their bodies shrivel. Get up and be happy it's a poem.
    Sorry I'm so late making rounds, thanks for letting me know what I did. You are a teacher I'd loved to have had.
    ..

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    1. That is a lovely thing to say, thank you Jim.

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  13. maybe we're all waiting for the pond to replenish. i hope you lead the way. ~

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  14. I love this with the, Oh, so descriptive second stanza.

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