In the April of Covid 19
Day 2
“I can hear the womb opening and the dark run over the ghost…”
Dylan Thomas
Strangers
I
called
through deep
space and cast spells
of binding charged with light
matter from the equators of orion
and the dark matter of all nothing that lies
between us the sliver only of moon and I wove
this net with fingers made fists until silence
engulfed me and the earth drank me in
drowning my tears with thirsty
roots beneath the empty
ceiling of heaven
recalling
you
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Skylover Wordlist: You
Play It Again Toads: Taking It To The Streets
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Wow! A splendid poem – and all the more so for being both a shape poem and a one-sentence poem ... and transcending both those things.
ReplyDeleteTrying to find where all the magic has gone. Thanks, Rosemary.
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DeleteI agree with Rosemary!
DeleteWowwww!!💘 The imagery is so strong and palpable in its portrayal of ache and determination, Kerry! I love; "I wove this net with fingers made fists until silence engulfed me and the earth drank me in drowning my tears with thirsty roots."
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sanaa.
DeletePrefaced with a quote like that, I can only be impressed by how your poem meets its level. Bringing vision to the past is one of the most effective ways poets/artists speak to us, as you do here, of what was important, and hence, what still shapes us. So good to see you writing--good for me, especially, because I get to read it.
ReplyDeleteThat is most kind of you to say, Joy. Some rituals keep us feeling safe, like writing a poem a day, or casting a nightly spell, like it can heal or protect those we love.
DeleteGah! So good, an ending that hits the heart. I am very impressed by your shape poetry. An extra challenge, which you master easily.
ReplyDeleteThe symmetry of the shape is pleasing and the extra challenge helps me focus on what needs to be said. i am glad you like how this one turned out.
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wow - spell binding/casting a net ... indeed. I love the strength of the word binding - it is empowering, and the way you've woven magic into this piece is just beautiful. The images draw deeply from the cosmos, the small (or perhaps larger than we know/understand/expected) space within ourselves that reaches up, while simultaneously inwards, to where deeper roots and intuition rests. This calls forth as both a cry or lament, and yet a song of hope and prayer. And weaving a net with fingers made fists is just so evocative .... another very moving, deeply penetrating read for me Kerry.
Thank you so much! You get exactly where I was/am coming from. What more could one ask from one's reader than to understand!
DeleteNever underestimate the power of incantations, I always say. These days we are living through feel like some kind of sucking vortex, but keep fighting for the surface.
ReplyDeleteExcellent comparison! take good care of yourself, Shay.
DeleteThis is powerful and awesome!
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DeleteOh, I feel this is the time of spells. The quote, the shape, your poem work so well together. "I wove this net with fingers made fists until silence engulfed me and the earth drank me in" Wow!
ReplyDeleteI sometimes think I am going mad, Susie!
DeleteA brutal romance even after its end. I winced at the empty heaven's recall of the viscous lover.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you wrote the shape poem form, it's been a long time since did that.
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An interesting reading, Jim.
DeleteI love the Dylan Thomas quote and these diamond-shaped poems, Kerry! Are your going to write all your NaPoWriMo poems in this shape? I also love the contrasts: of the ‘dark matter of all nothing’ with the ‘silver only of moon’, and of the cosmos and the earth, with its thirsty roots. A magical poem with a potent ending.
ReplyDeleteI do not think I will attempt all in this shape, Kim. Just exploring right now. I am glad you like it.
DeletePowerful again....beginning with Dylan's quotation. Hmmmm my technical inexpertise has me reading your poems in order from day 1 to day 4 (read my comment on your day 1 to understand) and perhaps I'm at an advantage here to see the progression?
ReplyDeleteTo begin here with magic (and the shaping itself is a part of the magic, right? and no punctuation too)...and then for me, it shifts with these words "and I wove
this net with fingers made fists" and I am carried into a real participation with your words from that point. Just beautifully done.