Saturday, November 20, 2010

she talked through the night

she talked through the night

through the stars

through the etched
inkblot trees

through the paper-dry leaves
in their rustling passage
along empty streets

she talked through her breath
with the fumbling blind darkness
softly packed
into the doorways
and alleys
the quick sulfur bloom
of the lights

she talked
until suddenly
in the tree's

and do you know -
she lowered her voice
and whispered
an old song
about the time when the sun
and the moon
and the earth
were all one
and there was nothing else
but a wish

and even
as i stared at her
stopped there
in the spindly branches

as the thought
formed in my mouth
and shaped my lips
to ask
about the wish

the fingers of a breeze
pulled the branches apart
and she slipped free
a sky
heavy with stars
and laden with hopefulness


R. Burnett Baker said...

Steven, this is fantastic. I read it out loud and just absolutely loved this poem!

Joanna said...

What a beautiful poem! I love the last stanza so much.

Bonnie said...

steven - such an enchanting poem. love how you have her slip free of the branches ...

Reya Mellicker said...

Oh my God, Steven. I wish I could think of some new way to say what I think every day here at your blog:


Luna was talking to me, too, last night. Busy night, listening to her stories.

steven said...

rick thankyou. the wirds literally tumbled out exactly as they appear. there was more but i lost my focus. steven

steven said...

joanna thankyou. as i mentioned to rick (above) there was more after this but i lost my connection to it. steven

steven said...

bonnie the moon was so like my focus - caught in the branches of my imagining and then just as suddenly set free. steven

steven said...

reya - thankyou very much. this is so generous and humbling. i feel so fortunate to have the privilege of sharing my words and pictures here. steven

ellen abbott said...

Wow! so beautiful steven. And I love the new header!

Jo Floyd Lucas said...

What a shining poem!

As my husband and I left for the symphony last night, I remarked on the "beauty of Selene" (her Greek name)to him. She was truly luminous, and I now wish I would have listened to her more closely.

Titus said...

Thank you steven, that was a gift of a poem. I stepped outside.

Friko said...

A piece to be proud of, steven.

Annie said...

Hi Steven,

I've been away from your blog for a while, though I love your poems and photographs- just busy and distracted.

The title of this poem drew me in, and then your words- I could not stop reading them. This is one of the most beautiful poems I've ever read in my life. Flowing from the heart, it is perfectly constructed and startling in its beauty.

steven said...

hi annie - it's nice to see you and to read your very thoughtful thoughts! thankyou very much. steven

steven said...

friko thankyou. it's a poem like a dream - one of those dreams where you remember the essence but not the whole in detail. steven

steven said...

thankyou titus - i'm gratfeul for this . . . high praise from a skilled poet!! steven

steven said...

jo there are stories being told everywhere by everything. so many stories. steven

steven said...

ellen - thankyou and thankyou. the header is what is left of a large plant in my garden. it'll be back in half a year. steven

Golden West said...

My favorite poem of yours, Steven - this one sings.

steven said...

golden west - thankyou. it was one of the easiest to write. as i mentioned above though . . . i know there's more to it but the flow just ended when i lost my focus. otherwise the words just tumbled out and i wrote them as is. steven