Monday, January 2, 2012

Clarity




it was the matter
of a U-turn
that found me here
against your shore - even

a natural high
can be hard to come
down from - my whittling was
not an art form but
a nervous condition - thinking
i could forget
the way you wrapped
around my mind
thinking
the fog was something
i wanted to give
up for vision
and blinding clarity

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012

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17 comments:

  1. Cathy FeasterJanuary 2, 2012 at 6:40 PM

    simply beautiful. I think I literally sighed while reading this :)

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  2. MargaretJanuary 2, 2012 at 7:04 PM

    my whittling was
    not an art form but
    a nervous condition

    A very smooth, silent poem.

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  3. SuzJanuary 2, 2012 at 7:12 PM

    I loved the whittling too
    just wonderfully written

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  4. Laurie KolpJanuary 2, 2012 at 7:24 PM

    I was trying to pick out a favorite part, but I love it all. It flows like a river... Those natural highs can be tricky.

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  5. Brian MillerJanuary 2, 2012 at 7:42 PM

    mystery can have all that allure and more eh? smiles....nice verse bk

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  6. dsJanuary 2, 2012 at 8:08 PM

    Whittling against the fog...I love the way this winds around. Thank you, bkm, and Happy New Year!

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  7. MichaelJanuary 2, 2012 at 8:40 PM

    holy crap i finally understood another one. YES. personal victory. I GOT THIS ONE!!!!

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  8. anthonynorthJanuary 3, 2012 at 2:06 AM

    A perfect metaphor.

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  9. chiccorealJanuary 3, 2012 at 8:45 AM

    Definitely a gorgeous read!

    "the way you wrapped around my mind"

    Beautiful!

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  10. HelenJanuary 3, 2012 at 10:05 AM

    'even a natural high can be hard to come down from' .... so true!

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  11. annell4January 3, 2012 at 10:13 AM

    Oh, so clear!

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  12. SemaphoreJanuary 3, 2012 at 10:48 PM

    Sometimes I, too, prefer the mist to clarity. Wonderful evocation of that feeling.

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  13. Carrie Van HornJanuary 4, 2012 at 8:40 AM

    A wonderful poem Bkm.....so glad to see you back in the blogosphere....Hope you had a beautiful Holiday and have a happy New year!!

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  14. AnonymousJanuary 4, 2012 at 7:42 PM

    A lovely whisper, your words, to this picture. It evokes such a wonderful silence of being in the moment. ~

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  15. Tumblewords:January 6, 2012 at 12:45 PM

    Lovely, indeed!

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  16. Tess KincaidJanuary 7, 2012 at 3:40 PM

    I should take up whittling, instead of nail nibbling...

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  17. TeresaJanuary 7, 2012 at 7:37 PM

    What a great poem. I love the idea of whittling as a nervous habit.

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