..
we spiral
in blue, bloom
and sea
-foam truth.
cocoon your drums
and demons, hook
-ah, your wings.
make inky stripes
your knowing.
wait for rain, roots,
eggshells to kimono
your soul.
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Much sense of introspection here for me, especially in your close–really lovely!
Thank you, Audrey.
I love the unique spin you give things…always!!
This is so intriguing to me:
“wait for rain, roots,
eggshells to kimono
your soul.”
The image conjured in that…wow…so very dimensional…the colors and textures really woo me.
♥
Thanks so much, Hannah.
I keep going back to that wonderful opening. A poem to savor.
Thank you! 🙂
First, I love kimono as a verb!
“hook / ah your wings” love that line, along with the rest – “make inky stripes / your knowing.”
I think this poem is about too much navel-gazing, or perhaps just self-righteousness. The “inky stripes” I interpret as accepting that there are gray areas. And then the end is telling one to wait for the basics to nourish you.
And – I love the title! You are really good at those!
Thank ya, ma’am. Truth be told, the title is two of the words offered, smooshed together. I liked the way they sounded together. 😉
I like, first of all, your placement of the words…they shine in the poem like a tight cluster of blue gems. Secondly, I’m doggone impressed at your usage of “kimono” as a verb.
-Nicole