In Gathering Light
1
I sit in darkness
my back to the words
gouged in stone
and wonder what
phrase the stars will
utter tonight,
what wisdom
one finds in dreams
or the widening circles
of the hole that was
there
in water,
in earth, in the common tongue
of all things.
The tree speaks
a different language.
I hear
whispers, a bone-flute’s
whistle, the sound of metal
striking dirt striking
wood,
but nothing, no words
I can gather.
2
I have lost my shadow
among the weeds
of this place.
Somewhere
it wanders,
a thin, grey shape
waiting for light to give birth
to the blackness
I call friend,
itself, shadow.
My fingertips trace
the lines, hoping
to draw something
from the stone –
an unknown word,
the druid’s
small bag of dreams,
the lyrics of the stars.
* * *
Another poem, another artifact from the mid-80s, just rediscovered.
Some beautiful lines there.
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Thanks very much, Joanne.
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A fantastic wander through a wilder netherworld — I did hang on every word.
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Thanks very much, John.
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This stirs up urges to revisit a cemetery frequented back in the 8th grade – I lived that year with my aunt in the town she and my mother grew up in, and my aunt weekly meditatively tended to the family plot. While your poem is more intimate than my 8th-grade thoughts, I feel now what my aunt likely felt back then.
Glad you found this and shared it. The longing that comes through is palpable.
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I’ve always liked small, out-of-the-way cemeteries. They seem peaceful, and sort of homey. Weird, I know.
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Wowwww, I’m hushed speechless…
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Thank you!
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Welcome.
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I just loved it! Splendid!
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Thank you very much!
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Again, at the risk of repetition, love the profundity and the quiet music you direct the reader to hear, or the richness of the shadow you invite us to enter. Thank you.
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Thank you, Craig. I barely remember writing this one, it was so long ago, but it seems my concerns haven’t changed much over the decades.
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Gorgeous! Thank you!
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Thanks very much, Kevin.
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Thank you Robert, for this ‘rediscovery’, truly superb, and deeply enlightening ……
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Thank you, my friend. Sometimes the old ones remain relevant. 🙂
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Yes, this is definitely so 🌏
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I adore this poem, but most especially, the final stanza — a poem all its own ❤
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Thank you, Carrie!
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I love this.
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Thanks, Leslie. I can’t believe that I was in my 20s when I wrote it. Sometimes I can’t believe that I was ever 20-something. 😁
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Twenty seems like an alternate universe.
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It’s good to have emerged from the other end.
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Isn’t it though? I have a great many cringe worthy moments from my 20’s.
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I’m so grateful that FB, Twitter and YouTube didn’t exist back then. Lol.
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You and me both.
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