Tuesday, April 17, 2012

the holy otherness

sitting inside the hourglass
of the time
given this body
i can sense the gentle sifting
of the tiny grains of those who came before me

i can feel the outstretched arms
of those who opened door after door
for me
until i saw
my self
and tore my way into this place

this place
where i am filled
so quickly to the brim
of my selfness
with flowers that sing
to my holy otherness
hovering
in its crimson cloak filled with
the tumbled togetherness of my ancestors
inside the me of this steven person


this is linked to tess kincaid's magpie tales page where other writer's responses
to the visual prompt above can be linked to

artwork Red Roofs, Marc Chagall, 1954

16 comments:

Kay said...

every considered word you have written here is a joy..i esp. like 'flowers that sing'...i work with flowers every day and their singing transient beauty is why i do it!!!..xx

SueAnn Lommler said...

I too believe in flowers that sing...and doors opening by others for me!
Your poems sings beautifully
Hugs
SueAvidersio fleassisnn

R. Burnett Baker said...

This brings comfort with the hope that "ancestors inside the me..." are watching and guiding. I want that to be so, but I want to be worthy of those others......

Beautiful interpretation!

Tess Kincaid said...

The tumbled togetherness of my ancestors...oh I love that...and that Steven person, too...

Helen said...

... filled to the brim of my selfness ... can't stop thinking about that! Wonderful, your Magpie.

Carrie Burtt said...

Love the thoughts and truths in this beautiful poem! Our ancestors do play a great part in what we become ourselves. :-)

steven said...

kay, i very admire chagall's work and this one has so many timely images for me that i lost my way inside it. i could wish that my writing was more focussed and considered but the exercise is as much about slam poetry as it is about being clever!!!! steven

steven said...

sueann thankyou for your kind and resonant words!!!! steven

steven said...

rick - i love the idea of all the people who have goine into opening the many doors of this place up for me to emerge into it, having some modicom of presence in my life. i love that you add the layer of worthiness! steven

steven said...

tess! it is lovely to have you here. gifts . . .a day of gifts!!! steven

steven said...

helen . . . . each day is so very like that . . . filled to the brim of my selfness . . . steven

steven said...

hello carrie . . . i beleive they do . . . and i in their becoming. as i represent the future to them, they were bound to press the hands of the present into the reaching back hands of the future!! steven

Helena said...

You've made this poem intimate and I like how you made that link - for your past and your present.

Kutamun said...

Lovely gentle flowing words. Reminds me of the Rune , Othala

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Loved this "the tumbled togetherness of my ancestors
inside the me of this steven person" - loved all of it!

Anna :o]

Jinksy said...

Your last two lines say it loud ,for all of us. ♥