creative capers A wander of a poem… November 2, 2011 There is grace in the curling blue a downy soft landing for the shattered tenacity of breath infinite dust returns to dust and yet prism light scatters a mosaic of essence true.
I love “curling blue” and “shattered tenacity” – mmm….
‘Shattered tenacity’ really spoke to me too.
It made me think of us, living on the edge of the Spirit world, not quite in, not quite of, betrayed by flesh that fails us in our health, and how we keep fighting for the edge without falling over…
I’m liking the paradox of that; I mean, it suggests that perhaps essence isn’t always true, yet isn’t that the meaning of essence? 🙂
LL~That you pulled that out makes me glow–I think it was the crux of the poem for me. I’ve been thinking long about your post on symmetry on Love Notes to Yahweh….I’ve just been thinking about that paradox a lot lately….that push-pull of faith and pursuit of truth. This poem was my desperate attempt to get from head to paper that thought process. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that pull to scribble. It was like a comforting shawl wrapped about me.