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Beautiful writing. Visit. Read. Enjoy.
And from my favorite playlist… Catching Fireflies… perhaps… perhaps… a preview of an upcoming song of the week?
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Two of my favorite people: Christine and Davy D. Enjoy them both, spend days exploring their blogs… you will be better for it!
A response poem to Davy D’s question What Is Poetry? on the Go Dog Go Cafe
it is a stir
rising from my core
growing in urgency
pushing to my surface
gasping hungrily for air
sitting impatiently on my tongue
tear shaped diamond
for hand to grasp pen
fingers to touch keys
truth to be unleashed
an explosion of my soul
in black ink
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
These lines captured me:
“She tremored between here and there,
filled with a terrible,
that she was learning to play.”
“Tender me to your love”
One of my favorite lines I have read in a long time.
Take some time visiting the Wandering Armadillo!
are you acquainted with tales of tenderness?
voluble versions of vulnerability
from the pen of one
once a child
who would stoop for the lowly earth worm
on a perilous concrete passage
returning him to lush, moist loam
ending such an errant, wayward roam
what would you do with him?
alter the cadence of your stride?
and what of me?
for I am in your path
and the day is warm
offer me your shadow
there, a soothing darkness
threaten me with careless boot?
i’ve crossed such paths before
lulled in poikiloform torpor
no, gather me
my annuli traverse your heart line
your palm sensing shuffling setae
tender me to your love…
in tepid torpor, on soporific soil
tangling in such terrestrial toil
As I continue to re-meet old friends, I was thrilled to rediscover Davy D and this wonderful poem and this wonderful bit of radio. And… well… Daleks… yep… Daleks…
Welcome to this week’s edition of Poetic beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 30th of April 2018 on Red Kite Radio.
In this episode Davy D reads his poem, Don’t Look Behind The Sofa. The word Sofa is derived from the Arabic word, suffah, meaning bench. The first sofas were used in 2000BC by the Egyptian Pharaohs and are now a key part of modern day design and living.
Did you know over its lifetime a sofa will host around 782 visitors? If you want to know more amazing facts about the sofa then please listen to the show by pressing the arrow to the left of the sound bar below.
If you have difficulty listening to the programme a text version of the poem is included after the sound bar.
Don’t Look Behind The Sofa
Don’t look behind the sofa,
you never know…
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A beautiful poem about the love of family.
I have seen an old woman
Sitting in a rocking chair
The warmth of the desert sun
Shining on her through the front window
Surrounded by her children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, friends
The smile on her face as she basks in the beauty of her life’s work
In her eyes, not a glimmer of regret
For none of this could be, if not for her
I have seen an urn, flanked with flowers, purple and sun
A pastor weaving scripture of hope, love and God
Images of a life lived in faith and purpose
Trembling to the words of hallelujah
They find peace in the knowing
For every breath, every step taken
She will be by their side
And in the eyes of those who remain
Is found, a reflection of her
I have seen an empty rocking chair
The warmth of the desert sun
Shining through the front window
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