Exploration

A collaboration withy my special friend, An Ornery Gentleman. It is always a pleasure to mix words.

amazing when miracles

suddenly manifest

beach-birds rising and circling

high above the Audobon

mystery steeps in unfurled wings

we slow down

for a smile and a sigh

passing gracefully over

barely noticeable steps..

close and hollow..

ghost crabs ephemerally longing

for a moonbeam's generous hands

a universe dispatches

a casual touch

conflict, contrast..

each mating w/in its own species

the spirit is migratory..

eternal as we coexist naturally

lines are blurring

and separation becomes less apparent.

We are woven into the fabric

of the Universe.

we slow down

for a smile and a sigh

and you take my hand

And, yet, somehow

in transcendent moments

we are the miracles.

Reviews

[Collect-Eye]

Yes, Emily, this was an absolute pleasure to write and read...when I got to "lines blurring", the magic of it just sort of washed over me in waves...
It's like I said when I first sent it to you..your essence was already flowing through the words.
From our earlier collaberations, etc..
it was nice dancing w/ you. A joy unparalleled by winning the lottery or anything material...
I'm gonna post my part as a separate piece w/ a link to yours, like the first, except the opposite.

=] peace [=

[Emily B]

sending you light

[highonwords]

this poem speaks to me of the coexistence of nature and man, and 'though some connections seem subtle, when we discover how we all are connected with each other, we discover this miracle and witness it in us.,.......thank you for sharing :)

[Emily B]

Nice to read this tonight and think of John and connections. Tank you

[Kenneth The Poet]

Transcendent for sure. I like it.

[icelandicblue]

We are woven into the fabric of the universe- that is probably one of the most beautiful lines I have read. This is a stunning poem filled with vivid imagery and more importantly a poetic philosophy regarding our place in the infinite. I am happy that I came across this poem.

[Emily B]

thank you

[p.kuhl]

Such a delicate, deliberate collaboration. Migratory spirits indeed; would one long journey seem even longer if it was the only one you took? Love the image of ghost crabs, esp in this context of being close and hollow, somehow I feel like we are mostly these wandering shells.

[KUFU]

Its been awhile. Upon reading this anew, I feel every word. Thanx for being you Ema...always inspiring.

[Emily B]

where've you been, Mr. KUFU? it's been a while . . .

[alan peter kelly]

A nimble fingered mind massage. Thank you Emily x

[*** Hey Jude***]

Such a peaceful read! You have the gift of using words that are felt, as well as seen. Very nice! ~ :-)

[Emily B]

thank you :) it is always a pleasant surprise to find you near

[*** Hey Jude***]

Always near dearest Emily, just not a speedy reviewer. ***heartsmiles***

[Emily B]

what is a review except a personal note from a good friend? speedy reviews don't have nearly the thought and care that yours bring

[*** Hey Jude***]

I have to say that you have always been a sincere, loving constant in the time I have been here. You are appreciated more than you can imagine! xo

[Emily B]

thank you

[Nobody.]

Gods, I love your poetry! The images are so crisp, the feelings expressed are always so deep....and your endings are always fireworks. This is just what I expected when I decided to pop in and read one of yours.....pure brilliance.

Cheers!

[Emily B]

having an interesting argument somewhere in the cafe today, apparently poetry is not meant to be a collaborative sport

[Nobody.]

Poetry is meant to be a prism in the hand of an infant. In other words...in myopinion....it can be anything the poet(s) can imagine it is. That's my take on that. lol! PS I missed reading your stuff. :)
Cheers!

[Emily B]

how are you?

[Nobody.]

I'm the same old ornery cus I ever was. lost my dad a while back...couldn't seem to write anything for months after that. but, I'm feeling more creative lately...getting back into my groove.

how're you?

[Emily B]

good, losing a parent is hard stuff, it just about brought me to my knees and we weren't even that close . . . it's good to see you around

[Larry Dyson]

oh...you know Bob..great...we are not too far from being neighbors in Texas...great reads and he writes good as well...

[Emily B]

he's top shelf stuff, proud to know him here :)

[r. f. jordan]

incredible diction and imagery. what a surge of energy this is! "mystery steeps in unfurled wings" as if we are all rising upon drafts of heat helping us to soar."in transcendent moments we are the miracles" when we momentarily feel what we are a part of, rather than apart from, this is when the reader joins the speaker's invitation to belong. dear work, good poet.

[nightsun]

divine and eternal
you sensed the spirit of the Universe