That you are there?
Where does a vine begin?
What is the starting point
Of air?
I know a certain magick--
A way to make what cannot be,
Be.
But the thing is,
I cannot make sweet honey
Or sweet sting, either, truthfully,
Without hive--
Without bee.
I can capture the light
Any time of year;
Between window shade and window pane,
And hold it, dancing, there.
But I write these lines because you read them--
Create because you care--
That's as well as I can explain the vine
Or the starting point
Of air.
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Wow. So beautiful....especially "the starting point of air". No one can write like you.
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ReplyDeleteI'm starting to recognize the sound of Emily because of your work and your love of her writing! "The starting point of air"-Wow, that's a concept! Fantabulous!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a beautiful explanation of inspiration to me, Shay.
ReplyDeleteYin and Yang. The beginning and the end. Cats and dogs.
ReplyDeleteI think you captured the essence of origin quite nicely!
the starting point of air..that is your lips isnt it...cause i think you breathe poetry shay...smiles.
ReplyDeleteHow can you do it, and do it so well? How can you write, choosing your words and your rhythm, so that it appears you were born in a past era?
ReplyDeleteWow!
That did remind me of another time. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteWhat I love most about this poem is the relationship between the artist, the reader and the poem: the idea that the work can only be produced if someone is there to read it - like honey needs a bee and a flower.
ReplyDeleteYour rhyme here is whisper soft and subtle, so it's almost invisibly holding up the content--and the cadence makes this seem hypnotic. Like Lolamouse, I also feel a bit of the grand Miss Emily, but even more of the unique Miss Fireblossom. Simple only works when there is something deep and penetrating within it, something that needs no further frills, as the sentiments here, expressed in a quiet moment of self-knowledge that illuminates the heart.
ReplyDeleteConjuring up magic---yup, writing helps us do that. "The starting point of air"--that is wonderful, Shay.
ReplyDeleteThis has such quiet beauty. I love this one, Shay.
ReplyDeleteWorks for me .. perfectly .. and I am glad I am one of those who are here
ReplyDeleteI had to come back for another read. This is incredibly lovely to take in........
ReplyDeleteYour muse must feel special after reading this.
ReplyDeleteThis one rolled off my tongue as I read a loud. Only Aggie heard me, but she did look up.
ReplyDeleteI loved the lines about the vine and the starting point of air. I also loved these lines:
"But I write these lines because you read them --
Create because you care--"
They touch a special place in my heart and make me think of someone special to me who reads my lines and lets me know he cares...
Thanks, Shay:~)
Yeah, I was getting blue-jean Dickenson as I read this, though really it more Fire channelling Blossom, fangs filed away for another day, daring to expose the heart by the light of day, no less. Very sweet, just like the insides of the insides are when they're tuned to Yes. - Brendan the Nagivating Polywogger
ReplyDeleteOh, I just loved this.
ReplyDelete{{{echoing brian's comment, word for word}}}
ReplyDelete{this one took my breath away, Shay! exquisite!}
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nice. I especially like the third stanza.
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