first, accept the truth of it—
beneath the rippling sound
live words, layered thick
upon the land. remember
you’ve known this bone
deep from the beginning.
when mother stepped away,
the birds told you. it’s why
you cried under the tree.
it’s why you’re still here
reading beside me.
second, lay stone still—
feel gravity, rotation, pull.
don’t listen, connect. draw
the same air. like milk.
like tides. speak it alive.
each sound binds closer
until dissolving like salt
under swaying trees.
fingers touch palm. wind
cradles us together. we
return home to seed.
*68/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. All photos are mine.
Very nice,
Thank you, kindly.
You are welcome.
“Bone deep” and “stone still” are such powerful phrases. I love how the poem moves from recognition to stillness, and then towards a dissolution of separateness into sound, salt, wind and, finally, seed.
Oh, thank you! This poem was a bit different for me, and I liked how it came together. It took me longer to write, but I think that’s a good thing. Trying to slow down a bit more, really take in the language. Hoping each poem toward the end of this series shows growth on my part.
Brilliant writing Bridgette 👏👏
Thank you!! That’s so kind.
I like this one very much. It’s breezier, if you’ll forgive the pun. Really spoke to me.
Love the pun, and thank you. I feel this poem might be taking my poetry in a different direction, one that I really like. It’s more intentional, if that makes sense. I slowed down a lot (was at a writing retreat) and really let the words settle before moving onto the next stanza. Looking to try and keep working a bit harder on each poem.
Re-read it, still like it. Writing these every day, I think sometimes they can sound forced or contrived. I know mine do. (Witness my WEDNESDAY poem.) Not that they aren’t decent, but it’s like a musician forcing it such that you want to say, “relax! More soul, less you.”
Yeah, I totally get that. I can’t do that every day, I don’t think anyone can. It seems like things around me continue to be really hard, and I wonder if that’s how it will always be now (feeling a bit blue). But I’m still writing poems and thinking maybe this will have to be a win for now, regardless of what others think of the process or the outcome.
Hang in there, Ms Poet
Thank you 🙂