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outside the frame
by Kathleen Wilsonfrom this maze of root and branch
I've come to be mountain
stepped past
what I cannot understand to haunt
myself and be a spirit of this land
shadow of pagoda
tree fallen and regrown
up into watched hills
I gather to resound
with all the rest of me
sometimes I think I see
a hollow under root
where I could hide
instead and maybe part
of me has already gone
rough nesting for a while
now become procession
percussive out of wilderness
where eyes in roots
self-astonish
nature's human
frames himself
in context
of enclosure and release
becomes
unframeable
08/28/2009 Author's Note: Poets on Site on Manzanar, 2009, Ron Libbrecht painting inspired
Posted on 08/28/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/28/09 at 04:26 PM Evocative, profound piece of introspection Kathleen. I especially like the opening cuplet, and how the rest of the poem builds towards the last two lines. Excellent! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/28/09 at 05:58 PM Love this. It reads so very unforced, like a flower opening in the sunshine, the way self-revelation and intimacy must also be unforced. In nature seeking orientaion to the collective, magisterial authority as an intermediary between ourselves and enlightenment. So inherent in
nature and in art...something you blend so well. Thanks. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 08/28/09 at 07:11 PM Lyrical and delicate...as lovely as it's author! You inspire! |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 09/04/09 at 01:53 PM These couplets are delightful and full of imagery and thought. smh |
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