Today's ordinary thing to write about: your palm. There's a wonderful poem by William Stafford, Turn Over Your Hand, with the lines:
“nobody’s voice / can find so tiny a message
as comes / across your hand”
What is the message you find when you turn over your hand?
TO DREAM OF SKATING ON ICE
ReplyDelete“To dream of skating on ice means
satisfaction with a current project.”
--Dictionary of Dreams
Amidst white groves
Inside a lilac tree
I gaze at airy flights across a frozen lake.
Like soaring birds
We are all of us, skating on ice.
Spanning circuits
Dense, ring-shaped,
Effortless,
Dazzling as a diamond dream
Before the break.
Beneath the brightness, I see a shadow
And the semblance watches me.
A shrill remembrance,
The impervious stare of quartz:
A trade-off between tomorrow and the past.
The break below
faces a ruptured skyline.
Its path
Squalls out for meaning.
The meaning is the sea.
I seize the mirror and the likeness mirrors me.
Beneath the brightness,
a shadow floats
Under a pond of ice.
Freezing up in time and space
I drift inside the memory
of a winter’s whorl,
Headed to where I came from.
Istvan,
ReplyDeleteThank you for the poem - a beautiful account of the creative process.