Kevin’s Meandering Thoughts | Borrowed Strains: You Are Right here

A current assortment of poems, edited and curated by Ada Limon, impressed me to jot down a few of my very own poems, borrowing strains to construct off. The unique strains all come from poems in You Are Right here: Poetry In The Pure World (edited by Ada Limon)

The sky is a century with no home windows

from ‘To A Blossoming Saguaro’
by Eduardo C. Corral

—

misplaced rely way back
of what number of rainstorms
arrived after you wandered
the home windows left open, too,
time simply dribbling in
with the wind, letting rotations
moisten the body round which
the world is perhaps watched,
one tear after the opposite 12 months
till the canvas of sky
disappeared solely

i’m sorry to the timber i grew up with

from ‘You Should Be Current’
by Jose Olivarez

–

I couldn’t discover you now within the woods even when I attempted
which sends me unhappy however perhaps makes you glad
that this thief with a knife and a Sunday morning free
can’t add to the hurt that was executed to your pores and skin,
the tough define of a curved saxophone swallowed up
however for my dreaming, the protecting sap that caught
to the sting lip of the knife, how arduous it was to wipe it off,
by no means closing tight ever once more, like my eyes
within the remembering – the minimize however not the place
the place blood was drawn

make small steps.
on this wild place
there are indicators of life
all over the place

from ‘Lullaby For The Grieving (on the Sipsey River)’
by Ashley M. Jones

–

sluggish go sluggish
this we all know
however all the time forgotten –
that the wild locations
wild areas have tales
to inform, poems composed
beneath roots, reverberations
of a turning Earth, cursed
to overlook the function of reader:
sluggish go sluggish
this we all know

I solely use phrases like stones as a result of we’re far-off

from ‘Shut-Knit Flower Sack’
by Cedar Sigo

We used to go looking
riverbeds and
shore strains
for the flattest of stone,
the thinnest of story,
simply smoothed-out phrases,
with a view to skip throughout
the floor as if
what we have been saying was
lighter than air,
however not –
now we spend time
on the odd rocks
with unusual angles,
the sort that makes
a definite sound
one hardly ever forgets,
earlier than plunging underneath
water

the moon mistaken
for a gap within the sky

from ‘If Fireplace’
Jake Skeets

–

fingers
within the stars,
then,

the galaxy,
a tapestry
of etchings

I’ve begun
to come back
unwoven once more

filling area
with phrases
and goals

… the rivers

will set their stones and ribbons
at your door if solely

you’ll let the world
soften you with its touching

from ‘Causes To Dwell’
Ruth Awad

–

Uncooked sound bathes
the boy, the ripples
of river on stone,
he submerges himself,
almost however probably not,
alone, his thoughts, one million
miles from residence

Because of all of the poets who wrote and to Ada Limon for selecting and supporting these poems and poets.

Peace (within the pure world),
Kevin