February 21, 2012

moving on

Moving on
Worthy of equals
I should be still
Like stone or the Sun
Doing what I do in my own brilliant light
Or my own dense hardness
Or both


"You don't know you are winged, but I do. I see your span unfurl daily." - @Paul_McGovern


But she's perfect.
With and without
Light
With and without
The rotation of Earth
She is the flash of headlights on the wall in the late night wait
And the returning darkness in the sweet night embrace

Professed and confessed
I dangle on this limb
An old tire swing in Southern heat
Waiting to sway
With a returned breeze
But nothing
Scrawled nothing
On note paper dreams

This pen
Runs of ink
Have never enough words
Describing the everything
In one
Or a million vials of blue
Black
From one rainbow's color to the next
And back again

I hear the stretch of life
When she laughs
That early morning glow
Skin blushed sky
And together
It all makes sense

Moving on
But I'll still be here
Skipped solar ties
I'll watch her fly
Not believing
Knowing
She'll find her stars
Knowing
She's perfect

13 comments:

Brian Miller said...

nice...love that bit about the tire swing waiting on the return of a breeze...it makes a great allusion which compliments the rest...nicely done..

Pat Hatt said...

Great capture in your words, really bringing the scene to life, very well done.

Natasha Head said...

I wanted to be the first to mention the tire swing!!! You'll see it in my work as I had one growing up and miss it terribly! Love the weight of the piece, the depth of the language (without requiring a dictionary!) Fantastic, "meaty" write!

Marbles in My Pocket said...

Yep, throw a tire swing in the mess, and you get a lot of attention. And then you surround it with a work of art such as this. BAM! You got a hit on your hands! I love this poem. I guess you already knew that.
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/02/21/i-go/

Beachanny said...

Fantastic imagery here. The depth of emotion mirrored in the particular images you engage. Wonderful piece. Thank you.

Nara Malone said...

I loved the tire swing too, but also this part:

She is the flash of headlights on the wall in the late night wait
And the returning darkness in the sweet night embrace


Nice!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Great tone and rhythm to this, it really dances along, to a wonderful end.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Great tone and rhythm to this, it really dances along, to a wonderful end.

paintswithwords said...

Nice work...having lived in the South, the tire swing created its own image...liked the 'professed and confessed as well. Enjoyed the cadence...moving you along with the words so splendidly.

ayala said...

Love the tire swing....lovely, a nice capture!

Jinksy said...

Those first seven lines really set me thinking...

Paul McGovern said...

Absolutely adore this Heather, I'm honoured at the inclusion of my words. The entire piece is fantastic; the rhythm throughout is hypnotic and the visual sense immersive. You have a unique way with words. Thank you again.

Unknown said...

But nothing scrawled nothing on note paper dreams Holy Scribe Batman!