The one word the Oracle was certain she wanted me to use this morning was coffee.
drink stars in your morning coffee ask for sky voices to wake the heart remember the magic lingering like oceans dancing on rhythms of never mind give time the eye of breath listen with flying colors sail open the dark hole of night
Through night and moisture I listen for an answer–
wild geese go south but my heart remains unmoved,
crying in painful glory falling through a vast unknown
I feel like writing and singing
a dark story: a blues deeper than the midnight echoes of birds– Them carrying away all the heaviness that binds me
on their two white wings entangled with the wind–
I don’t know where I will send these flying shadows
I don’t know what to call the hidden lights
of my soul’s dearest things that have retreated into silence
A cleave poem for dVerse. Laura gave us 3 poems in translation, and asked us to use one as inspiration for our own verse. I chose “Migratory Birds” by Desanka Maksimovi which is the left hand half, above. The right hand is my poem, and together they make a third poem. You can read about cleave poems here.