Tuesday, May 01, 2012

Progressive Poem

I apologize for allowing May to arrive before I posted the final Progressive Poem.  Here's the link to Irene's post from yesterday.  She made a found poem out of the final version, plus posted the final version itself.  I agree with her that this was so much fun, and I can't wait until we can do it again.

Here's the whole poem:

If you are reading this,                                                           
you must be hungry.
Kick off your silver slippers,

come sit with us a spell.
A hanky, here, now dry your tears
and fill your glass with wine.

Now, pour. The parchment has secrets,
smells of a Moroccan market spill-out.
You have come to the right place, just breathe in.

Honey, mint, cinnamon, sorrow. Now, breathe out
last week’s dreams. Take a wish from the jar.
Inside, deep inside, is the answer…

Unfold it, and let us riddle it together,
…Strains of a waltz. How do frozen fingers play?
How do fennel, ginger, saffron blend in the tagine?

Like broken strangers bound by time, they sisterdance…
their veils of sorrow encircle, embrace.
Feed your heart with waltzes and spices.

Feed your soul with wine and dreams.
Humble dust of coriander scents your feet, coaxing
seascapes, crystal sighs and moonshine from your melody.

Beware of dangers along the path of truth
and beware, my friend, of too much bewaring–
strong hands cushion you, sweet scents surround you—now leap

without looking, guided by trust. And when you land
on silver-tipped toes, buoyed by joy– you’ll know
you are amazing, you are love, you are poetry—

here, you rest.
Muse. Up ahead, stepping stones speckle the stream, sturdy now.
May your words roar against the banks, your life a flood of dreams.



I'm sad to say goodbye to National Poetry Month; maybe that's why I waited until May 1st to do so.  Another reason was that I am at a conference in Chicago and was busy until late last night.  I'll post more about the conference and my time in the States when I can.
 

4 comments:

Rich Bowen said...

Two questions: why don't we do this every month, and how do I sign up for the next time?

Jessica said...

this is wonderful!

Katya said...

The poem really came out beautiful, didn't it.
After the fun of Poetry March Madness and Poetry Month, May is a bit of a letdown.

Sarah SSM said...

I love this!