question i will never ask
there is a Hebrew saying that means: the world is a narrow bridge;
the most important thing, not to be afraid. yet the night here begins
to forget itself, and there is fear in the darkness. you have your gloves on, thud-
squish, my heartbeat as heavy bag. i sink slowly, unrepentant.
the air stickens, and like good fighters, we each face the lightning alone.
a coolness rises off the river, wishing it were the sea. tideless, i
am drowning in the honeysuckled tears of a frustrated blue-green.
the march of dandelion clocks ticks onward, dug-in: six months, some-
odd days and twenty-seven seconds. slow mornings filigreed into chains
of summer hunger; wonder if when i reach its length, i will still find you waiting?
Don’t think I’ll be waiting to share that load. Maybe you could find a chest of gold under the bridge.
May 29, 2012 at 10:37 am
So many great images here, but I wonder: why wouldn’t the person be waiting, knowing you’re waiting at the end.
May 29, 2012 at 6:18 pm
who knows why someone might’ve given up waiting, hoping…? it’s the wondering, the leap of faith, that i wanted to come across with this, mainly. thanks for the vote of confidence though, Mosk.
May 30, 2012 at 10:38 pm
Much courage is needed to stay on course, and faith too. Interested, enjoyed the various images and colors you have here.
May 29, 2012 at 6:42 pm
There are some questions we won’t ask unless we already know the answer.
{ami}
http://sundrysumthins.wordpress.com/
May 29, 2012 at 6:59 pm
hmmm… interesting point you make here. took me aback a little, questioning. thanks!
May 30, 2012 at 10:39 pm
That is an image to drown oneself in: enlarged it is imposingly dreamlike and you blended the words with it so wonderfully.
The honeysuckled tears and the tick-tock dandelion clock are just lovely.
May 29, 2012 at 7:12 pm
thanks much, april. i take dreamlike as a high compliment!
May 30, 2012 at 10:41 pm
I’m thinking your poem is the product of a sultry night. It is so sticky yet fragrant. The honeysuckle almost suffocates and one wanders if one’s shoes might stick to a bridge. An unusual but well painted story here in this poem with well drawn images.
May 29, 2012 at 7:27 pm
i was just saying to a friend the other day that i think the sultry stickiness of the weather here is starting to creep into my poems… it is early for these summer images. thanks, Gay.
May 30, 2012 at 10:42 pm
My first visit to your blog. I enjoyed your imagery and think I followed your thought process to the end as to why there is a question. Then, again, maybe not ! Nice writing.
Thank you very much.
Siggi in Downeast Maine
May 29, 2012 at 7:39 pm
thanks and welcome, siggi! smiles.
May 30, 2012 at 10:42 pm
we each face the lightning alone….i like the apparent contradiction in that line…also how that interacts with your final line of will i find you there? there are some really fine touches in this joanna
May 29, 2012 at 8:10 pm
thanks, b.
May 30, 2012 at 10:43 pm
Great imagery (too many favourites to quote), an open ending which is aces, and just awesome verse structure.
That’s pretty great right there.
May 29, 2012 at 8:26 pm
wow, you’ve got me blushing. especially the bit about the structure; this started out as a prose poem, but a colleague from my critique group suggested i play around with verses… guess it was good advice!
May 30, 2012 at 10:45 pm
Great tension between mood and image here–many serene moments in a deluge of frazzling sensations, contradictions, fears, yet beauty intrudes physically as an antidote in the actual language. A very fine bit of writing.
May 30, 2012 at 10:49 am
Interesting metaphors very delicately woven and intertwined.
June 1, 2012 at 3:45 am
Intense! You will sail through…. my wishes
hugs xo
June 2, 2012 at 1:15 pm
wonderful, wonderful writing
June 4, 2012 at 2:52 pm