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Bats and Other Flying Omens
by Alison McKenzieI am breaking
Traditions and rules
Dishes and anything else
That tries to hold reality’s shape today.
I am unraveling
One tiny snip and another
While all the fibers hitch rides
On coastal winds
Into the sea.
I am crumbling
Into tiny grains of moments
That no adhesive can mold.
I am the amalgamation
Of sea salt and time.
I am swallowed whole
By the wisdom of the orcas,
Digested and carried to other shores
To become the clay of a new vessel.
12/29/2010 Posted on 12/29/2010
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sigurdur Haraldsson on 12/29/10 at 09:57 AM Pretty good and well timed. The end of the year means a new beginning. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 12/29/10 at 12:59 PM I like the way you entwine all the metaphors of the sea...and Sigurdur has it right: well-timed Alison! Happy New Year. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/29/10 at 03:10 PM "I am crumbling
Into tiny grains of moments
That no adhesive can mold."--Lord knows I can relate to that. Outstanding write. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/29/10 at 04:37 PM Good write Alison. Sometimes a fresh start is what we need. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/29/10 at 05:13 PM What better place than at that particular confluence where your river meets that ocean! There is so much inspiration to be taken from your words here, Ali. Thank you. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 12/29/10 at 08:11 PM I always have liked the idea that the end is just another beginning. A sentiment well captured by your words here. Happy New Year Alison! |
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