Calm (after H.D.)
I flow over the ground,
healing its hidden scar–
the scar is black,
the bedrock risen,
not one stone is misplaced.
I relieve the ground’s
burden with white froth,
I fill and comply—
I have thrown a pebble
into the night,
it returns to me,
settles and rises,
a white dove.
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“Calm” is included in my micro-chapbook Only This, which is available via free download from Origami Poems Project. It made its first appearance here on the blog in March 2015, and was written as an exercise, using a poem, “Storm,” by H.D. as the launching point. I’ve tried to emulate her diction and rhythm, with mixed success. Still, it’s fun to try these on occasion.
O at the Edges 
So good to be reminded of that microchap… perfect for the end day of this week.
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Thank you, Jan. It has been a good week for me, and a little calm can only improve it. 🙂
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Beautiful writing, thanks for sharing
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Thank you very much. It’s a privilege to share.
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Nice! Great writing.
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Thanks very much.
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Reblogged this on Vijayagiri views.
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Thanks for reblogging.
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Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
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You’re very kind. Thank you.
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Really glad you shared.
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The misplaced stone that rises!
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Beware the stone!
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Yikes!
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There are always others.
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That’s right!! Maybe I’d stick to dodging that part!
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This makes an excellent counterpoint for “Storm.” A healing.
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A poem of opposites…
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