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How many times
will I shed raw and return?
Or is it a stronger current
amorphously assembling and deconstructing
in circuitous layers of attendance
as I unwittingly rally
behind the porosity of thought
the seduction of knowledge
~
I am a small planet
a symbiotic microbial world
my mind’s peripheral orbit
has flung so far out
in its trajectory that now
my axis seems nearly invisible
but I can still feel it…
this bright nucleus of love
teeming with life
~
Tepid fleshed, soft and juicy
I navigate through
this microbial stew
with winged thoughts
a heart that prisms lightning
and opposable dancing thumbs
exploring this finely tuned internal edge
tingling with the emotive tracings
of “new” frontiers
~
While underground
the nimbleness of intelligence
arises in quietude
fervent, listening
patiently listening
for openings of emergent steam
clear signs of the heat of engagement
~
I look “out there” from inside the swarming warmth
positioning myself in the spaces in between
practiced in resistance to the consistent hum of patterns and static
The quietude continues to rise from its circuitous path
this time through the soles of my feet
rising to the opening in my sky when I hear
“Out here! Out here! Not out there! We’re right here!
We’re all right here… playing in the fields of wild light”
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Picture source: Teach the Microbiome
playing in the fields of wild light….. ❤ beautiful Jana
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Thank you Hedy… my ode to Spring.
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Your last line is breathtaking, Jana. And then there are your exquisite stanzas that stand on their own, yet build to support it . Memorable.
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Thank you poet friend! This one was a singular emergence.
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“my axis seems nearly invisible but I can still feel it…”
Brilliant
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Thank you for your kind response!
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A treat and a treasure! Thank you Jana. ❤
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Thank you Miriam!
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So many great lines here Jana. But the final stanza blew me away!
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Thank you Mark…the last few lines had an aerial effect on me as well.
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playing
giggling
thrilling
each other
~
shadow puppets
wiggling
dexteritous
fingers
~
shed raw
and return
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Smiles!
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“How many times / will I shed raw and return?” resonates and echoes down my hallways, as does. .”..with winged thoughts / a heart that prisms lightning / and opposable dancing thumbs”…so many acres of fertile soil Jana, extraordinary poet and gardner you…
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Thank you kind sir….!
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the honour is mine dear lady…!
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I think some deep part of the world smiles and nods maybe even steers your eye-hand just a little as you find word after word after word.
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All us creatives can relate to this sweet “steering” as we ride along with the rolling rhythms! Maybe poets have a front seat? Thank you kind poet friend!
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