Saturday, November 26, 2011

wind song


the air i breathe
becomes a song when
the wind flutes words
through your leafless arms

i wrote this while listening to the golden gate quartet singing some righteous gospel from the late 1930's ...

11 comments:

Valerianna said...

Air is so uncatchable - a thing and not a thing - a desperately essential thing that, when dancing with tree branches seems utterly different from that which I take into my lungs... and bare trees are something fascinating, too, essential in another way, brought- to- essence and close to bone.

Linda Sue said...

The air I breathe lately has been forcefully face on down my throat like I am being revived having forgotten how to breath on my own. The wind is fierce and very serious !

Michelle My Bell said...

lovely... Just this morning, our 5 year old and I went out back, and after he took in a deep breath, he said, "Awwww, I like the smell today. It's the best day ever!" That's what your poem reminded me of :)

steven said...

it's like water valerianna - it's in us and then not of us. i'm grateful for air and water not only because they hold my body together but also because they lead to so much more about understanding and connecting to this place. steven

steven said...

linda sue i 'm hurting for your hurt. you're a good good person and i can't seem to wish enough goodness for you but i ain't stopping!!! steven

steven said...

michelle my greatest teachers have been children - my own, and those i teach. it's so good and honest to listen to their unfiltered insights and knowings!!! steven

Rachel Fenton said...

A breath of fresh air - thanks for the links :)

erin said...

HOT on the trail of this music! how could you write anything while listening? it fills you to the brim!

sometimes the smallest poems are the best.

xo
erin

steven said...

rachel - i love old gospel music like this. i love what people like brian eno and moby do with it even more. there's something of the body and the grounded soul in it. steven

steven said...

erin - the music creates a space and colours it and i feel the colours intensly and sometimes words wander across the big space and i write them down . . . like speaking in tongues - and then i slash and burn and carve and whittle and softly caress them into the form they take here. steven

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