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Midnight catches us by surprise.
I wake up each day as broken as the mirror
while scarves of clouds discover each other
clearing space with so much more inside,
bound in these imperfect forms.
Waiting for you to want me, this warehouse
of anxiety should be torn down, yet we feel
compelled to talk about it. The difficulty
of squeezing our better judgment is a blue
updraft of dust and seeds and wings.
I come to the sound of my own soul singing.
I am clay malleable by happenstance.
To keep an eye on you, simply fold me up,
walk me step by step in shoes without laces.
Each accepts courage in this cup,
contained no longer by a shell —
there’s a clover patch outside infinity.
Small miracles of light bathe fields in gold
and marvel at the miracle of the ordinary
crawling through a hole, then disappearing.
The river tells me Thank you, my dreams
are the color of turquoise. This morning
the sun said yes to the fog.
/ / /
This is a found poem, in a way, for the last (gulp) Big Tent Poetry prompt this week. Thank you so much, dear poets, for being a part of my life, for being pat of all our lives.
Linda Watskin/Elizabeth/ Jeanne Aguilar/gautami tripathy /brenda w/Henry Clemmons/Joseph Harker/Catherine /Mr. Walker/Andy/Linda /Kim Nelson/Lindsey/pamelasayers/Julie Jordan Scott/Cathy/irene /Andrew Kreider /Elizabeth J. /Linda Jacobs/annell/nan/Dick Jones/dani h /vivienne blake/Mariya Koleva all represented here with bits of proffered lines or comments.
Want to read more? Go to the Tent, where a big party is happening.
A super job knitting all the lines together. Going to miss BTP. Thank you. Loved your poem.
Thank you, Henry.
I’m going to miss the tent, too.
Love it!
Thanks!
Thank you, Deb!
Thanks, Nan!
A patchwork suit tailor-made by the doyenne! Thanks, that’s sweet of you, Deb. I’m glad “turquoise” made you think of a water body.
It is a liquid gem, your line. Thanks for playing along. 🙂
Deb, I’m amazed at how many lines you used; and your enjambment of them makes them fresh and all your own. I like how you kept this about a me and a you. It works beautifully.
Richard
Thank you, Richard. It was (as Viv said) a magical list of lines.
Finely pieced together, Deb. Thanks for everything, and good luck here at the new site.
Pamela
Thank you, and thank you, too. 🙂
sigh.
Thank you, B.
Lovely and bittersweet – the poem and the fact that it’s the last prompt. I will keep up with you here.
Bittersweet. That’s right, Donna. Thanks for all your support. I added the Poetry Tow Truck to the BTP prompt list today. There will be post tomorrow linking to that list. 🙂
Holy, holy that’s good! I am busy, been away, am sad to find the Big Tent is packing up, though I understand why, and though I’ve joined through a prompt not too often, it’s been an important part of my poetic life for the last year. Wishing you, everyone, luck with writing into the future. xo
Ah, Brenda. You’ve been a bright light, & we’ve always been about come when you can. Thanks for your kind words, and I look forward to keeping up with you, here & at your site! xoxo
What a great tribute, Deb!! Thank you!
Thanks!!! 🙂
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For me , Friday was day to write for BTP [ yes i wrote and linked the same day] ! And today i had no muse ! i still opened the page and there was a sense of sadness ,,, 😐
Any how .. this was a beautiful poem ! loved it 🙂
Proud to be on board in this skilful tapestry. Seamless stuff! Good luck with ‘Kettle’. I shall be a visitor.
wistful, whimsical =)
‘and the sun said yes to the fog’
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