because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

(between parentheses)

after R.S.
dear poet,

there is nothing
about this metaphor:

that we are children
reaching hands
in the hard calloused
eyes of the ferryman who
steers between the winks
of channel-markers
into gloamed twilight;
that we step
quietly on the creaking
planks of secrets and
drink in coastlines
like sweetwater;
and that we finally
follow stars hot
& hard as July earth
until each
reaches home again.

23 responses

  1. ihatepoetry

    Read Ray’s poem first, then yours. I feel the longing in your words. I hope the ending finds the both of them home again together.

    July 10, 2012 at 1:26 pm

    • Simply love this and as always, don’t know why.

      July 10, 2012 at 1:38 pm

      • aw, George. glad you like it. when will we see some more of your own writings? eh?

        July 10, 2012 at 4:24 pm

    • thanks, Mosk. i meant this piece as a response to Ray’s, so you read right. there is certainly longing here, but i don’t know quite whose it is or what it’s searching for..

      July 10, 2012 at 4:23 pm

  2. Beautiful! Tranquil yet disquieting at the same time.

    July 10, 2012 at 4:36 pm

    • thank you, marilyn. enjoyed stopping over at your site. 🙂

      July 11, 2012 at 11:29 am

  3. nice…jumped over and enjoyed his…and i like your response…we are all searching for something…and maybe even someone…each time we pick up that pen…

    July 10, 2012 at 5:07 pm

    • searching is right, brian. if we weren’t, i don’t think we could pick up that pen and have anything meaningful come out of it…

      July 11, 2012 at 11:35 am

  4. No child should have to be in the ferryman’s boat. Osiris can wait a few decades.

    July 10, 2012 at 6:37 pm

    • well, i didn’t mean children literally, you know, Carl… 🙂

      July 11, 2012 at 11:36 am

  5. That’s pretty awesome there.

    “into gloamed twilight;” – wish I’d have done that. And the closing lines as well. Well, everything really.

    July 10, 2012 at 7:48 pm

    • thanks, wanderer. interesting you like the gloamed twilight when, after a round of critique, that was the only line in danger of being cut. glad i stuck with it. *smiles*

      July 11, 2012 at 11:37 am

  6. Love this, Joanna 🙂

    July 10, 2012 at 8:43 pm

    • aw, thanks, girl 🙂

      July 11, 2012 at 11:37 am

  7. ‘until each
    reaches home again’

    Simple yearnings but it’s a hope to want the best for both. Empathy of a higher level for someone dear to one’s heart! Wonderful write, joanna!


    July 11, 2012 at 9:54 pm

    • thank you, Hank. 🙂

      July 18, 2012 at 8:56 pm

  8. Umm…gorgeous, just gorgeous – the meeting of image and word like sea-spray on my face…

    July 13, 2012 at 10:41 am

    • wow, thank you. hope it was equally refreshing 🙂

      July 18, 2012 at 9:00 pm

  9. Really love this…beautiful photo, too ; )!

    July 13, 2012 at 5:56 pm

    • thank you, Eva.

      July 18, 2012 at 9:03 pm

  10. I enjoyed this one, it was in your voice. I missed that voice. You pulled me to write again, thank you for this lovely piece!

    July 14, 2012 at 4:19 pm

    • *smiles* i am glad it pulled you to write again. thank you.

      July 18, 2012 at 9:04 pm

  11. smiles, indeed

    July 20, 2012 at 10:36 pm


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