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Yet
by Kathleen Wilsonbetween the trees
there is a conversation
hesitation
natural space
mudras and a dance
nuanced variations
evolved from tips
of twig and branch
what you say to me needs space
raised eyebrows
long lashes of leaves
flutter in silence
even my own arms
they seem to curve
heart shapes enso
drawn to view
you are solid where I reach
after having met my eyes
no doubt about
what anything means
cut-off sentences
scarred by what has been
yet between us rises what
will be
pure essence of tomorrow
white meets white
unknown there are no
footsteps here
08/25/2009 Author's Note: written for Manzanar and surrounding hills, Poets on Site program and book, Sept 26, 2009 (Bill Anderson painting)
Posted on 08/26/2009
Copyright © 2025 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/26/09 at 05:50 AM Exciting yet comforting discovery here feels right. If one recalls that discovery is seeing what everybody else has seen, and thinking what nobody else has thought. Wonderful write, Kath. Thanks. |
| Posted by Jo Halliday on 08/26/09 at 11:30 AM Simply brilliant! The use of mudra says it all; I guess "gestures" was unneeded after using "mudra," but remains a very good write. It almost crosses the bridge from one end to another. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/26/09 at 01:10 PM A wonderful write m'lady! It moves quickly but also has almost a silence to it that proves sound isn't always necessary for communication, each word providing sufficient information to carry the thought. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/26/09 at 02:30 PM The silences, the hesitations, the cut-offs, there IS so much space here. It is as if you invite me to slow the flow of my reading, to pause for a moment of solitude to discover MY meaning hidden in yours. And amidst all of this is the rhythmic ebb and flow, and the tension between rejection and acceptance - ending in those two great lines beginning with "yet." Superb, Kathleen. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/27/09 at 03:01 AM "pure essence of tomorrow
white meets white
unknown there are no
footsteps here" - I love how you move forward in this way.
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