if the circle opens, will it become a line? (#2)

The Oracle’s message today reminded me of a collage I had done awhile ago. When I found it, I stole the title as well as the image. You can read the original here.

if I can remember
the color of myself
insideout

naked    foolish    magic

will my broken breath open
and ask for the air I need
to see voices
sailing on a vast listening
of oceans surrounded
with life’s slow sacred rhythm?

As usual, the answers are elusive.

How Now

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Why do you ask me where we are? 
I lost my bearings long ago. 
Each day is different, and yet very much
like all that have been or will be, amen.
You ask me for maps, for calculations, but 
why not shower the world with devotion?

~and why should we not sing~

celebrating what is here and now
but also what leaves and then returns? 
Every story continues beyond its ending.
Why not follow it around?
Why not grow wings, meet each day
without imprisoning it in either space or time?

The NaPoWriMo prompt today is to write a poem that poses a series of questions. Since the majority of my poems ask questions, I also incorporated Merril’s dVerse prompt to write a puente.

Who sings in the deepest water in the abandoned lagoon?

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I climb my thoughts of you
into skies that are forever
into air that leaves me gasping

Into a dizzy unconsciousness
that transforms itself endlessly
into not me but someone else

Who has grown wings, who floats
on waves that go through me
and drown me and carry me
everywhere all at once—

Who are you? What is this song
that vibrates through my being
and paints all of my surfaces
with continuous magical surprise?

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Laura at dVerse is highlighting the questions of poet Pablo Neruda, asking us to take one of the selected lines from his work “The Book of Questions” and make it our own.  My poem (which was inspired partly also by Neruda’s love sonnets) is a reworking of one rejected by The Ekphrastic Review for a piece of artwork by Barbara Danin (which you can see here, or by looking at the poems Jane Dougherty posted for Danin’s painting here).

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The collage is a combination of Danin and Neruda, one of my favorite poets.