The story of a poem

The Story Of A Poem

 

 

When rain falls you are all

this story – the voice

 

of a thousand momentary mouths

welcoming the water as it drums

and drowns the thirst of soil

in its stores of silence

 

 

The words have poured

and perforating the floor – out

 

sprouted the pollen of worlds

 

 

 

We felt the horizon

hide absent-mindedly inside

 

the cave of innermost quiet

 

A whir flung fluting from a gulf

like a shoot sprung shooting

rushes to the light of our mouths,

a loop ballooned beginning

 

its path dug-out of inward current

 

words buoyantly kingfisher-

in between mulch and canopy

rain – drop hover-ing – lunar

and plangent –

 

catch the lullaby

one cannot touch, clutch

 

the coconut’s husk

of language

 

now hush

 

 

 

breadth

less air

less breath met

wet

ness of river

less flow

 

sweat stuck solid

im-pressed

on journeying rest

 

a thin, left hair

grew there

 

a stranger to nowhere

 

it was not death

but the raw cut of a bud

 

the open wound singing

 

a necessary line

of dehi-

scence. deep reaching

 

dip of deliverance d-

is-closing the edge

 

that lends the lens

of presence

 

 

Lip the rain-

bowed solace

in your chest

 

now digress

 

dowse your finger

print in limbo

 

Drought desert dirge d-

earth is deciduous rain –

made shape permeate im-

permanence –

 

made dirt

 

made hurt

 

made rain-

bird heard

make rain-

drop in oracle

 

made lyrebird im-

person-ate – all

 

and birth soak old,

imperfect

 

 

drip, drown

desert, scour

and scorch

 

 

rip, reiterate, shell

and break

 

thread the rain, throw

the finger-

 

tips threshold

of ocean

 

splinter – inter-

mittent – inter-

mediate

 

 

Shake the water

that sheds reversal

 

in loss, sweat source,

vein course, t-

urn return for – wards

 

pit-pat – patter-n present

 

time is cymatics, sound

spatters and s – pans waves

to cloud in the cowry

 

shake the empty well

shake it well

the water will well,

whirl and whorl, wash

over the drum hole, stir

the acou-stic wound to

re-in-verberate and vent

the mammoth – expression

 

now burst

 

cell body the girth of world

before the moment

fails

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