Land to land to land, I ask -
is this where the poets are?
I try all the tongues of man,
but no one answers me.
Sky to sky to sky, I cry -
is that where the poets are?
There are birds and clouds of words,
but none will fly or sing.
Sinking into the ocean of me,
I finally see where the poets are -
verses vaulted, loved and salted
away in the depths of me
like treasure at the bottom of the sea.
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
22 comments:
Look inward, grasshopper!
Land, sky, sea... each has its place in the heart of this poet.
interesting...
good luck
http://imagtalks.blogspot.com/
For some reason I started to think of Limbo - the place of poets waiting
A poet is a whole world inside of one person...you demonstrated that beautifully!
Ah, Timoteo has said it perfectly and I do agree!!
This is simply perfect.
Vaulted loved and salted... Boy, do you have a way with words.
Yes, definitely inside of you, but all the external looking and asking and seeing provide Much of what fills you up! Nice work.
Steve K.
This is just beautiful--full of the wind off the infinite sea, and the sun that makes diamonds of droplets, as you do words.
Wow how beautifully you have orchestrated your wordsvto form the poet being
Happy New Year
Much love...
We poets sit often in the unknown trying to write our way out of a corner. Love this!
i think we all have a little bit of a poet inside us....the real feat is in finding our voice.
lovely write.
perfect & lovely
good luck
http://imagtalks.blogspot.com/
I always leave your poems with my mouth gaping open a little. Too brief for my amazement to catch up...
Ah sweet, well-found! k.
Yas!
Those last three verse- yes
At least your writer has those writings salted away. Speaking of salting away, you left a comment first on my blog on December 12, 2009.
Love you, Mom Z.
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I love this poem of poets Mama Zen!! True to the core and beautiful!!
a sea chanty that will ring and ring ~
It's always good to find one's self and realize what you do have to offer. I enjoyed this one!
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