The Rainswept Blur

Poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough)—they are experiences.” —Rainer Maria Rilke

THE RAINSWEPT BLUR

We have worn paths to the most forest-deep
secrets in each other’s lives, tree crowns beyond,
reaching up into our mind’s eye – because we know
where trees go and that they are full of wind,
and I carry myself out into the rainswept blur,
into the drainage ditch, and we hurl our toys.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it’s
always ourselves we find in the sea. And I am
suspended in this ephemeral moment,
holding in my hand a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
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The players in this poem, include:
In a Blue Wood by Richard Levine
The Forecast by Michael Dumanis
Crossings by Ravi Shankar
maggie and milly and molly and may by E. E. Cummings
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Written for Recursions Day 3: Panning for Gold (Form: Cento, Found Poetry)
Day 3: Panning for Gold (Form: Cento, Found Poetry)

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12 thoughts on “The Rainswept Blur

  1. oh, that’s beautiful.
    (and I just happened to be listening to natalie merchant’s rendition of “maggie and milly and molly and may” as I read this. how’s that for serendipity?)

  2. This merits reading over and over again. It came together so smoothly. The first and last lines are luminescent.

    I’m doing NaPoWriMo, too, and having a lot of fun with it.

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