“like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed”
The Panther poem – Rilke
Action! we learned of verbs as always doing
and movement first assumes mammalian warmth
corpuscular vitality at least – pointedly tail-ended
by directions; the smooth space-curve up and onwards
or merely migration along the horizontal plane
from there to
here with no incline
inferred by just a tug on chordae tendineae
strings that make mid-shoulder blades tingle
as buds of residual wings stir with love
angel or cupidon, the difference barely a thread
for hearts win heads, even reluctant eyes swim
against a tidal sway of affect; this too we call moving
and as if to prove it so the verb tracks occurrence
of all our tears in spate
Today marks the inception of PoetryPix with this ‘Moving’ poem though there is not a lament in sight as I’ve successfully moved my blog(s) to here (see Blogio & Bio for further info)
Back in the Blogosphere am toasting Kim as she hosts another: Open Link Night
(Note to followers – don’t forget to add PoetryPix to your Reader or Blogroll! )
Oh my… those lines “strings that make mid-shoulder blades tingle as buds of residual wings stir with love” – beautiful!
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thank you for being moved Kiki and for following me over here ⭐
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I was struck by the same lines as Kiki and have to echo her in this too: Beautiful!
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many thanks Robin – I like to think we have wings about us somewhere!
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Hi Laura! You might like let your old followers on WordPress know that they won’t let you follow unless you sign out of WordPress completely.
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hello and thank you for the technical advice Bryan as I would never have known – will add postscripts to my old blog notifications
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I enjoyed your poem…and those moving verbs.
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and i appreciate your appreciation Annell
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I’m with Kiki on that stand-out line. A blog debut with great verbal and visual flourish, Laura. (Lots of happy hurrahing and general cheering all round).
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for some reason this took a long while to get going so thank you for the loud cheers and glad to see you here (aha the first lines of a poem that rhymes …)
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I know a great deal about things taking a long time to get going. Am wondering if it’s a state that descends upon one, and if there is something you can take for it ;). All of which is to say blooming well done.
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You’re blooming lovely – thank you
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Thank you for sharing this poem on OLN, Laura! I love your description of verbs assuming mammalian warmth and/or corpuscular vitality, pointedly tail-ended and with smooth space-curve’! This made me smile. I also like the lines:
‘…even reluctant eyes swim
against a tidal sway of affect; this too we call moving
and as if to prove it so the verb tracks occurrence
of all our tears in spate’.
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Happy to hear you were moved to smile too – thanks for hosting Kim
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Hope the unpacking goes smoothly. A toast to your new-old digs and congrats on your relo 🙂
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Lovely comment Jilly – wish I’d called it new-old digs now 😉 p.s. Hope you have recovered from the Harrisonians!
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Love the moving verbs and the hint of angel wings… great new look on your blog
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Glad you noticed Björn- flights of fancy here!
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Nice phrase: “swim
against a tidal sway of affect”
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Thanks Frank – not much of a swimmer myself but a reluctant tear jerker
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Laura!! Gosh it’s so good to read you again I have missed you 💜 this is a gorgeously written poem and I am in awe of these lines; “even reluctant eyes swim against a tidal sway of affect; this too we call moving..” 😊
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truly moved by your lovely words Sanaa ❤
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