Wednesday, January 18, 2012


How can I explain what it means to me
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,
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.


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow. So beautiful....especially "the starting point of air". No one can write like you.

Hannah Pratt said...

Well, I liked this one a lot.

Lolamouse said...

I'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!

TALON said...

Sounds like a beautiful explanation of inspiration to me, Shay.

HermanTurnip said...

Yin and Yang. The beginning and the end. Cats and dogs.

I think you captured the essence of origin quite nicely!

Brian Miller said...

the starting point of air..that is your lips isnt it...cause i think you breathe poetry shay...smiles.

Sioux said...

How 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?


Lynn said...

That did remind me of another time. Lovely.

Kerry O'Connor said...

What 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.

hedgewitch said...

Your 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.

Hannah Stephenson said...

Conjuring up magic---yup, writing helps us do that. "The starting point of air"--that is wonderful, Shay.

Mama Zen said...

This has such quiet beauty. I love this one, Shay.

Daryl Edelstein said...

Works for me .. perfectly .. and I am glad I am one of those who are here

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I had to come back for another read. This is incredibly lovely to take in........

Scarlet said...

Your muse must feel special after reading this.

Sara said...

This one rolled off my tongue as I read a loud. Only Aggie heard me, but she did look up.

I 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:~)

Anonymous said...

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

cosmos cami said...

Oh, I just loved this.

Anonymous said...

{{{echoing brian's comment, word for word}}}

{this one took my breath away, Shay! exquisite!}

ellen abbott said...

nice. I especially like the third stanza.