Sunday, October 14, 2012

sensed like storm



i know the light
of these windows, the
first frost of
this grass

there is never separation
from self-knowing
never respite from memory - sited

the movement
of vixen and wing are sensed like storm
the filtering of leaf
from shadow is directly
logged as new

these woods
still shelter my heart, their words
recorded by season
the northern sky
lights as snow marks
my step

there will be
conversations tonight and
the matching of fire, there
will be dreams as
one gathers the remainder
of all laughter before
emergence of
fate, and

awareness of today

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012

posted for Magpie Tales and Open Link Night

I was raised on a farm surrounded by the woods of central Minnesota...this painting takes
me home...bkm


15 comments:

  1. nice...really like that last stanza and the stand alone line bk....there is a comfort and a tension wrapped up in those short lines that is very real...

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  2. Awareness of today... the best kind.

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  3. "these woods
    still shelter my heart, their words
    recorded by season.."

    Your words, just lovely. I too, know of woods like these. I love this setting that you have painted with your words!

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  4. goodness this is wonderful...every word..x

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  5. Lovely...I like the pairing of vixen and wing...

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  6. "These woods still shelter my heart"...what a beautiful thought and line Bkm....and I am with Brian that last stanza is amazing! :-)

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  7. "there is never separation
    from self-knowing
    never respite from memory "
    I wish that weren't so...

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  8. love the ending line, very deep. emergence of fate and awareness of today, really nice. Built up to the end great, excellent write. Thanks

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  9. Lovely. I especially liked this verse:

    these woods
    still shelter my heart, their words
    recorded by season
    the northern sky
    lights as snow marks
    my step

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  10. I love the idea of an emergent, burning autumn-- it so pulls on the senses-- and the originality of language and syntax here--

    the movement
    of vixen and wing

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  11. Lovely autumnal nostalgia...

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  12. i love the feeling of persistence in this poem, the gather of strength before pushing forward. very well done, enjoyed very much

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  13. More words than I am used to reading from you, but still very tight and nothing wasted. An excellent full read outloud. Like driving toward mountains in the distance and watch them rise. I like the momentum this piece creates. And, before the emergence of fate, is outstanding/classic and why you are my fav.

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