Friday, 14 June 2013

still point

on these silent isthmi
between
inhalation
and exhalation
i will rest
on dry ground
where,
neither here
nor gone,
i can
wait to be.

extending
rest
between
the
plunging
bellows
filling
falling
filling
falling.

still birdsong fills
this non-life
trilling on;
cars high-hat through
the waiting loop
but
i will tarry on
this grace note,
slow this
intersection
of the blues,
if only i can
think of
you.




6 comments:

  1. beautiful man...love the isthmi between breathes...that is a cool way to put it...the grace notes...and a very touching close...smiles.

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  2. A beautiful from me too. Beautiful, beautiful heavenly words.
    Anna :o]

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  3. What a great poem David. I really like "i can wait to be"...the repetition in the second stanza, and the beauty of the third. The title is perfect as well. Great work.

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  4. David, love birdsong and "tarry on this grace note" Really lovely, beautiful poem--makes me want to sigh with contentment :-)

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  5. Very beautiful and expressive my friend. I love the middle stanza.

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  6. Stillness...rest...quiet. These, a lost art, captured again by your pen. Lovely, my friend.

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