for Earth Day, 2017
Earth, builder of beauty,
her plumb line: a still point,
precious center, damp minerals.
What I am composing are
earth-words: a swathe of heat,
painted deserts, morning's musk,
saguaro green.
Upon my lips, misted whispers,
a fog's low roots, daylight's glaze,
dawn's red vine, dappled light,
cypress, corn silk.
I shake my pen
and from its throat spills
night's ink sac: salt,
stones, spiced stars.
I shake it more. It empties
this imagery, my feelings,
black sand, spears of pine,
a slow river's steady stretch.
Earth pushes us from her womb
where an underground gurgle, like a god
blowing into a straw, creates air bubbles,
first breath, birth cry.
Like birds we build nests, lay eggs,
feel earth buzz in our bones:
a jug of dreams, seasons, necessities.
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from my book: The Translator
©dah / TZ Press 2015 a.r.r.
"Earth" was first published in
'Eunoia Review'
Poetry by Dah
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Written on 2017-04-22 at 15:00
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Earth
Earth, builder of beauty,
her plumb line: a still point,
precious center, damp minerals.
What I am composing are
earth-words: a swathe of heat,
painted deserts, morning's musk,
saguaro green.
Upon my lips, misted whispers,
a fog's low roots, daylight's glaze,
dawn's red vine, dappled light,
cypress, corn silk.
I shake my pen
and from its throat spills
night's ink sac: salt,
stones, spiced stars.
I shake it more. It empties
this imagery, my feelings,
black sand, spears of pine,
a slow river's steady stretch.
Earth pushes us from her womb
where an underground gurgle, like a god
blowing into a straw, creates air bubbles,
first breath, birth cry.
Like birds we build nests, lay eggs,
feel earth buzz in our bones:
a jug of dreams, seasons, necessities.
------------------------------------------------
from my book: The Translator
©dah / TZ Press 2015 a.r.r.
"Earth" was first published in
'Eunoia Review'
Poetry by Dah
Read 673 times
Written on 2017-04-22 at 15:00
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