Divining Rod

I’ve walked since then with no one but the ghosts…
I found the water.
And I wept for everything.
And I learned to tell the world how gorgeous it is to be alone.
…………………..– Patrick Rosal “Finding Water”

,,,

See, here’s the thing –
I didn’t know how long it would take
just to get out the door. I had to
abandon the maps, and watch the windows
rise and fall, collect my steamy self
up off the floor and coax her most
of all to wear less sunscreen. But I did
it, with the help of a stray shoehorn. Reborn, and
claiming the calm that only freedom boasts,
I’ve walked since then with no one but the ghosts

and held the beat of tree limbs in my palms
pricked along these trickled trails
stretched and etched with fears and failures.
Their withered, weathered bark told tales and
lies of less tumbled times,
and I, their dissident daughter.
Two paths arose, sun-dimpled, shaded
in solitude, song and sway.
Begging my breath, and taking the broader,
I found the water.

Today, you rang a bell from some far
-off distant leaf, and I tried to follow
its whisper, but I lost the scent
somewhere after that giant oak
that bridges these shadows to sky. I gathered
twigs and tied them loose with crimson string
and made a ship to seize this borrowed breeze
as this rattled river rose too high,
steeled its soul and sold its sting.
And I wept for everything

we knew, uncaught, forgot.
I scattered my shed salt along the banks,
hoping others might follow its snow
even as my echo met with silence.
I wept, and wrapped my tired feet in all
the strangest sorrows these streams have ever known.
A flashlight moon laddered the falls
and lit the last unlittered edge.
Here I spilled my heart, a small and quiet stone,
and I learned to tell the world how gorgeous it is to be alone.

……
This is a glosa, written for Day 18 for the Poetic Asides PAD November Challenge. Click to see what a glosa is, read some others, and play around with one of your own.

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16 Responses to Divining Rod

  1. Scriptor Obscura says:

    Reminded me of this lovely and beautiful video:

  2. Scriptor Obscura says:

    This poem is a beauty. A beauty indeed. 🙂

  3. Wow! Not an easy assignment at all (in fact, I’m procrastinating indefinitely on it) — but, this piece is amazing, De — excellent! 🙂

  4. De!!! I can see that you felt about this prompt very similar to my feelings…you LOVED IT!! Or if you didn’t you still rocked it!!! Seriously amazing. SO, SO many parts to absolutely love but this, De, stands out to me:

    “and held the beat of tree limbs in my palms
    pricked along these trickled trails
    stretched and etched with fears and failures.
    Their withered, weathered bark told tales and
    lies of less tumbled times,
    and I, their dissident daughter.”

    I just love where those lines and your brain went…your last portion brings it all together. Wow!!!

    ♥’s to you…the hour grows late but I wanted to see some of the gold that’s been shining-glinting in my inbox! 😉

    • De Jackson says:

      Thank you so much, Hannah. I’m so glad a few people read and enjoyed it. I think the challenging prompt scared a lot of people off yesterday, so I basically posted it on the PAD to the sound of crickets. 😉

  5. Shawna says:

    I dig that quote. And totally love these lines:
    “just to get out the door. I had to” … Totally reversible: “I had to just get out the door.”
    “rise and fall, collect my steamy self”
    “claiming the calm that only freedom boasts”
    “I’ve walked since then with no one but the ghosts”
    “and held the beat of tree limbs in my palms”
    “and I, their dissident daughter” (I love this, big time.)
    “Two paths arose, sun-dimpled, shaded” (And this.)
    “Begging my breath, and taking the broader, I found the water”
    “Today, you rang a bell”
    “steeled its soul and sold its sting. And I wept for everything”

    Geez, that whole last stanza. Goodness:
    “hoping others might follow its snow even as my echo met with silence”
    “in all the strangest sorrows these streams have ever known”
    “A flashlight moon laddered the falls”
    “Here I spilled my heart, a small and quiet stone”

    You are sick-crazy-insane (the cool kind). I can’t believe you managed to complete a response to this beast of a prompt. But I’m so glad you did. You are a hardcore poet. Excellent job!

  6. dianadomino says:

    Amazing, De, I love this. Deeply. ❤ Thank you for sharing it.

  7. SaraV says:

    De a breathtaking glorious glosa. I’m in awe

    • De Jackson says:

      Thanks, Sara. I ended up really liking this form. Since I fall in love with lines instead of poems, it has a lot of potential. And the rhyme scheme is so weird, it doesn’t have to sound rhyme-y at all. I like that.

  8. vivinfrance says:

    De you have taken this prompt and glorified it – form, wordplay, everything. I think we shared the excitement of writing these, the best prompt I have written to in a very long time.

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