of us gather
ourselves in stars,
stones, scars, and the
quiet places traced
between the usual lines.
we find our centers.
Add skin. Begin to wonder
what we were building in the
first place. Call in a committee
to be sure we’re
on track. Smack our
heads in disbelief when the
original doesn’t look quite like
the plans. Join hands. Stand. Smile.
we’re a work in
progress and this all
takes awhile and meantime
isn’t that certain slant of sunlight
just right for all this meandered dancing?
Prompted by Poetic Asides. Come play!
Wow. This poem just can’t be improved upon. Outstanding, even for you. Love all your stuff but this one shines. And, you caught the shape bug, didn’t you?
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Thanks for leading me to this prompt.. I sent a poem in. And shared yours on my blog..
Thank you so much for the shoutout. I loved your poem. LOVED.
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poetry is hard enough without shaping it yet you’ve done it with such fluidity – each stanza is a poem in itself
That is clever!
Love how you use a business model to our developments as persons. If you want to slow down the process, call in a committee. I have stories to tell about that!