Open Poetry #48 |
kaleidoscopic history (Happy Birthday Ron) |
Lady Goodman Member
since 2012-10-04
Posts 193 |
Grains of sand between my toes dried in the sun but not too slow I had those rows of wet sand molds-- I counted six of them. They crumbled in the sun and fell like siftings from the sea could make a cake of crystal flour sewn from the efforts of my own ten toes alive and wiggling. A towel wiped away the dust of mighty mountains crumbled up still landing on my feet-- again I win another day. I take a grain and lift it up I let the sun do what it does-- refract the crystal lines on me ten toes alive and wiggling kaleidoscopic history of mighty mountains crumbled up then weathered down to bottom sea in gathered bold ungatherings to whisper one fine wish to me: "Please help me learn, I need to be a brick, with brethren brick, and strong." A crystal on my thumb begged me to make it into majesty (or at least facsimile-- a street, a stoop, a ...throne?) "Or perhaps you will be grout." I languid, blew a world away free from the bottom of my thumb and all of the complexities the physics and the loyalty annoying in tenacity against the odds veracity to find in one the quality the strength, to be a brick. * * * Thank you so much for your generous hospitality. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
You have such a kaleidoscopic mind, dear Karen! Loved this exceptional offering for Ron's birthday. Love and smiles. Margherita |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Just as Margherita wrote,I admire your beautiful wonderous mind. jo |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing and Happy Birthday Ron...James |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-05-19
Posts 8669Michigan, US |
I missed this the first time around? Thanks for the kind wishes and the lovely, lovely poem. |
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Lady Goodman Member
since 2012-10-04
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Lady Goodman Member
since 2012-10-04
Posts 193 |
This was inspired, if inspired it can be called, by Ron, and many more I won't name. (I'm pretty sure I'd forget someone, and have to come back to assure them, with my guilty conscience, that they most certainly were included.) The last line, about the brick, was inspired by a quote I first heard in a movie: "As Louis Khan once said, “Even a Brick wants to be something!” In that movie, Woody Harrelson played an architect, and when he said that, it did resonate in me as solid words of truth. And yet, had I been in the class his character was portrayed as teaching, I would have probably muttered that the grains of sand that comprised the brick also aspired--that being a brick was no small thing. I would have expressed the overwhelming amazement I feel on a beach, as my thoughts wander to the origin of all that sand--which ones came from mountains, which ones from the deepest bottom of the sea, and which ones had drifted my way after being a simple stone that housed Kings and Queens... That there, above is the way I think. It's why I'm called crazy, and why I get migraines. But it is also why I aspire to be a poet. Happy Birthday Aquarians. |
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