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Night softens the day's edges
The moon erases
boundaries
Rubs out distinctions
Sky becomes earth becomes trees
Feet become sidewalk become paws
Arm becomes leash becomes dog
Separateness becomes oneness
Footsteps blend with
the clicking of paws
the thud of heat lightening
the trill of crickets
the bass rhythm of frogs
A soup of sound,
thick and nourishing
We walk,
an aggregate of bone and skin and fur,
wrapped in the warm muddy mist
of a summer night.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Non-FB Friday, Finding the Right Tone
14 comments:
You have captured the misty, blending feel of Tonalism. It's lovley.
How I love this! Especially "arm becomes leash becomes dog" and the clicking nails.........wonderful!ve this! Especially
Sorry - no way to delete this? when I type, the type doesnt show up so I cant see what I'm typing? I love this poem. !
Like the way the words and scenes blend into one another...
This is amazingly inventive writing, LM--and I think you capture a real feel for how this school of painting gets its effects--how everything becomes a misty one-ness, an aggregate of impressions and shapes and objects, as you stress in your ending.I especially like 'A soup of sound.." and how you work in all the senses--and of course, I couldn't agree with you more about how we and our furry ones somehow merge into a larger whole. Thanks so much for bringing your thoughtful pen to the mix.
Wow! And "when the doors of perception are cleansed" ... we may find that the absence of boundaries, the aggregate, is no illusion. I love that you make me see this melting into the summer night.
"wrapped in the warm muddy mist of a summer night."
Your description makes me say "Yes, exactly what I've felt but not been able to express."
your "blending" theme resonates nicely; lots of muted tones
much love...
Really enjoyed the blending effect. Thanks for a great read
That's one of the most beautiful things I've read in awhile. Very touching.
I love the close ~
I love how you wrote this..Your words brush strokes softening the landscape of thought
You have described that sense of all becoming one so well, and I really feel the lone dog-walker is an outstanding choice of subject for this poem.
What Hedge said!
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