Like all births birth of poetry is as painful and ecstatic. ..'leaning to / the light' is so perfect. "There is a crack, a crack in everything / That's how the light gets in"
"My body-wound / spirit sheath" Wow. And "the wound called poetry" is also the bloom/leaves "blooming dying leaning toward the light." Perfect. We are somewhat like Mobius strips, planted in the earth.
As with all short syllabic forms, this one is often challenging as everything must be compressed and succinct while remaining lyrical, open and expressive. You aced it.
Absolutely perfect. "The wound called poetry" - a new way to think about how we process life's pains and joys through our poems.
ReplyDeleteLike all births birth of poetry is as painful and ecstatic. ..'leaning to / the light' is so perfect. "There is a crack, a crack in everything / That's how the light gets in"
ReplyDeleteLove the wound called poetry - Pain and healing together.
ReplyDelete"My body-wound / spirit sheath" Wow. And "the wound called poetry" is also the bloom/leaves "blooming dying leaning toward the light." Perfect. We are somewhat like Mobius strips, planted in the earth.
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing like a succinct poem that gets right to the point, doesn't mince words! This is such a poem.
ReplyDeleteYou create so much attitude and emotion in a so few words - like a cameo indeed - Jae
ReplyDeleteYour mother-in-law's tongues made me sit up, Shay. I especially love:
ReplyDelete‘I speak the wound called poetry
blooming dying leaning to
the light.’
As with all short syllabic forms, this one is often challenging as everything must be compressed and succinct while remaining lyrical, open and expressive. You aced it.
ReplyDelete"I speak the wound called poetry" -- And you do, with a voice captivatingly true and edgy and powerful.
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