to drink
behind the bamboo forest
I put on legs to stride
across the spongy ground
with my fingers to lift
the helpless world into my skin
to drink, to drown
to share the owl's blood
to stand
as the sky returns its drama
to the earth, in drops upon its shoulders
to drink, to breathe
to pull the flowing moon into my veins
I put on legs to stride
across the spongy ground
with my fingers to lift
the helpless world into my skin
to drink, to drown
to share the owl's blood
to stand
as the sky returns its drama
to the earth, in drops upon its shoulders
to drink, to breathe
to pull the flowing moon into my veins
posted by Yes at 12:48 PM
3 Comments:
This is a very intriguing poem. It lifts me up into another state.
This piece has a surreal quality. I feel a very ancient, almost primal, femininity in it. But I am very curious about it. Would you mind sharing some of your intentions in writing this one?
I came to earth to experience human form. I am awestruck at how humans can merge with this planet in a spiritual AND physical connection. And we are born with a deep desire to do that.
It has a lot to do with water, which is the substance of our bodies, and water is also a metaphor for how our spirits interact.
To drink, to drown, and yet to breathe--to merge with creation, to dive into life and love without holding back--this is my source of strength. I need this to deal with the pain of being human.
We are so blessed, but sometimes it doesn't feel that way.
Water is usually seen as feminine, which I guess is the dominant theme. To me, the violent images seemed masculine.
(Actually, I was imagining myself as male when I wrote it--very interesting--)
Thanks for your comments! They are very perceptive, and always make me think.
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