she's been elusive
waylaid by weathering
the snowfall of dreams
and the green squalls of the past
the currents devised
by recent deluges of rain
fairness and fairer weather
don't loom-- yet
on my horizon
I've no coat
nor steady guide
nor sure footing
my goat legs slip and wobble
only an unusual
prods me forward
where am I?
and this illusion
like a cliff I climb
but might fall from
its a journey
like high mountain peaks,
or balancing on a cloud,
struggling through buffalo grass,
scanning an endless ocean
for an island
or being lost on
in a storm on the moors
when my scattering of clues
contained within my words
misinterpretted through the filtering
of multiple misunderstandings
its easy to be intpretted
but more common
to be misconstrued
I need a destination
a home in my language
its not a comfortable nest
I am not a prescription
written to meet another's need
WHERE is the echo of me
described so carefully
in purposefully chosen syllables...
are they dancing and tossed out there
lost among the howling desert winds?
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I think of writing poetry sometimes as making a recipe
or painting a canvas, the words and thoughts being the
paintbrush and the poem...the painting...as I perceive it.
Sometimes the artist wants the seer to see the idea
as it was formed in her mind...and not altered by
supposition or the airbrushing of other opinions...
see the difficulty in the creation, the expression
in the brush strokes, all the details and even the mistakes
and still come away with an appreciation of the whole of it.
I do not make a habit of explaining myself. I am not obtuse.
Contained within the minutia of the above poem are necessary
details...all of which are in every way the sum total of me.
As I say somewhere on my homepage....let the reader come and
figure you out, your poetry...and not substitute simply their
own interpretations. And it is all good and especially fine
to say your truth and find your own voice...I encourage you all.
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