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It is a very short trip to the backyard
by Shirin SwiftThe shapes of your tears:
very near to stones in a Zen garden
I reach to stroke them with my rake only to make
a path or a bridge to your sadness;
It is for my compassion's sake, I care
but do not care if you do not see
what I am trying to do.
This time, I am the other. And glad for it. 11/15/2006 Posted on 11/15/2006
Copyright © 2024 Shirin Swift
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/15/06 at 05:34 PM A zen-enlightenment jarring kind of image image --to rake tear. The philosophical distance, and the unusual gem-like imagery and quality of this makes it unforgettable. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/15/06 at 05:37 PM I love the image, obviously-- the idea of stroking with a rake, as done in the zen garden, (and the tears like stones). It is very fine and really comes across here. In a startling but perfect way. Yes. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/16/06 at 10:49 PM Shirin, how beautiful this is. One lady I saw all the time (where I lived before) had a Zen garden. I've always wanted one for myself, since they are so wonderful and soothing, just like the emotions behind your words. I'm just afraid my cats would like to play in it too. ;-)
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Megan Guimbellot on 01/09/08 at 05:01 AM the imagery is striking....this was wonderful :) |
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