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Balance
by Julie AdamsEach poem pierces me
like a single raptor's claw
clinging to the cliff's edge.
How it balances
before the great descent
and glide, into an ocean
of air, sun, and space, where dense
Cumulus clouds bear my fruits—
juicy saltwater-taffy poems,
wet as blackberries bursting,
bleeding on tongues. Taste poetry
like snowflakes, mouth open, head back.
Let the elements feed my palette
and season my words, the way
shells season an ocean bed
or people season the soil
How I travel with this craft
How it soars between senses
How it balances this clumsy poet
02/18/2010 Author's Note: Not sure what dream this came from, but was half asleep when it came to me...
Posted on 02/18/2010
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/18/10 at 06:47 PM Maybe we are all clumsy Julie but you are far from it in this write. A great write here lady. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/18/10 at 08:25 PM ... brilliant Jewels, brilliant! I love the imagery..... |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 02/19/10 at 12:27 AM Well, Jewels, dear, your words make my mouth drool with delight. I really liked this write! :) |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 02/19/10 at 03:56 PM This is wonderful. I'd say "balance" is a theme we share at the moment, as I am struggling to balance my life. Well done. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/24/10 at 05:20 PM ...a lively, spirited work...each stanza turns the pic a tad and we see more of the poet and her sleepy muse...both/all of us are seeking--balance...kewl, jewels |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 02/25/10 at 02:23 AM clumsy poet my assonance. this is terrific Jewels. |
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