…
Our shins walk toward the water –
twin divining rods, shod in skin
and shadow. The sky’s a rippled
trance of whisper-thin blue, push
-pinned up only by wisp of cloud.
Who were we before this place?
This indigo miracle, this touch
(and torch) of blue streak, rising?
Ignite within us a way to ask the
sun to hold our shine; beg the moon
to light our way, to draw us closer,
…………………………………let us stay.
..
wordled.
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How absolutely beautiful!!! You have outdone yourself on this one!!! “twin divining rods” And the question, “Who were we before this place?” Moon over heart, “light our way…let us stay.”
This is beautiful. I love the line breaks.
These are my favorite sections:
“trance of whisper-thin blue, push
-pinned up only by wisp”
“This indigo miracle, this touch
(and torch) of blue streak”
I adore this, especially “this indigo miracle, this touch (and torch) of blue streak, rising.” My eyes go to the sky a thousand times a day…………a sky show, for our pleasure, 24/7.
This: “the sky’s a rippled trance of whisper-thin blue, push-pinned up only by wisp of cloud.” Just gorgeous!
Another feast of words De 🙂
Oh my goodness, De. This! It feels like Mary Oliver, whispering to my soul, but it’s you. Brava! So very beautiful.
Very much a De-light to read.
Light our way Draw us closer Lest we stray.
Great poem. You sure about that title, though?
-E
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I completely agree about the title. The word “rancid” was in the word list, and just couldn’t figure out how to shoehorn it in. I was going for sort of a “let’s escape this stinky city and head for Blue” sort of vibe, but it’s not really working. Should have just left that one word out. 😉
Some delightful lines!
I, too, don’t quite get the title.
{See comment to erb, above.}
All is explained!