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A little inspiration for the Napowrimo poets, and anyone who enjoys a great poem. I recite Raven’s Hiding in a Shoe, by Robert Bly.
Go Team! You’re half way through! You can do it!
Yes…a thousand times.
I love that there is such a thing as National Poetry Month:) Salud to all those participating in Napowrimo, may your muses be industrious! Because I am back in Mexico in a remote area, I must use a link to get you to my video. I hope you enjoy this. I’m excited to have found Ms. Hirschfield. View Envoy here.
Soco can taste the difference
Between
Waters, well water
Which well, rain water
Creek, varanca
Rio y pozo, who’s
Well even
She knows who
Raised this pig
Meat is no sirve’
She says Augustine
Knows nothin bout
Nothin especially
pigs
© 2013 Abby Smith, Writer
I’d rather be a spiral than a snail.
Paul Simon
There are many human systems
used to dismantle the mysteries
define, categorize,
justify discrepancies.
We are guided by planets
related by genes, summed up with
numerology, spirited away by
transcendentalists, the I Ching can
read our bones, primary
perception is color,
an element, a season.
Thumbtacks on a map, I am
Yellow, #7 , Air
lean more toward runes
than the I Ching, ruled by
Venus undermined by Mars
Epona my patron diety
Jesus my dirty secret, I have
seen angels, never aliens
I don’t believe in ghosts, but
only because I don’t believe
in death. Autumn
is my season- finally
something makes sense!
But these depths I can not
fathom;
with all these elegant
solutions holding us
In orbit: the networks
of climate, semiotics and
loss, long gone
feats of stars, the gravity
of extinct galaxies
Why do we still crumple
when love is gone?
How do we do not combust
with joy for ever
having existed ?
