Space
This week, Poetry Thursday asks for a poetry snapshot.
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space
everything comes between us
matter and ether
tense tangled strands
catching what ought to dwell
in the void of the unsaid,
which gathers like birds on a wire.
everything that used to come
between us and them
cleaves us,
puts a world between us.
fly, birds!
take this space
the way you carry off the trees
and building tops
with unison flight.
soothe us with your wings!
bind us with your song!
For Poetry Thursday.
posted by fuquinay at 9:32 AM
speak!
7 Comments:
This is so tight, clean. Really wonderful.
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11/09/2006 12:16 AM
great stuff- as usual.
11/09/2006 9:00 AM
Thank you for the birds...I've been loving birds a lot myself these days. I think there's something about the changing of the seasons, and the bird's ability for flight--out of the darkness into the light--that makes them so appealing right now.
11/09/2006 12:24 PM
"If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know this is poetry." - Emily Dickinson
Soaring with the birds - thank you.
11/09/2006 12:56 PM
my first visit and i love your poem. great to have it read also, it adds an extra dimension being able to hear your voice.
11/09/2006 8:04 PM
Wow. Quite wonderful. Love the line "tense tangled strands
catching what ought to dwell
in the void of the unsaid"
11/09/2006 10:53 PM
sweet. it's the flight that i fancy the most.
11/10/2006 12:20 AM
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