Goodrick Lane

I realize how wrong it truly was
to stand in the other direction,
to shirk your protection
and your glow. The basking
gaze of your hottest color,
the fire-center blue of your
wishing pools. The eyes
of a soulful and serious sky.

I once meant to write a story
about a girl who wanted
to become a mountain, but I
make love to one. I have
always spoken too quickly
and often out of turn
seeking to
altar (or alter) silences full
of my own insecurities,
I keep looking for ways
to fill it up; I forget to open it,
that space in palms, hearts, eyes
and lungs, coxyx, thorn
and other pine cone perceptions.
I forget what it means
to be still,
to let the breath move deeply
like your voice within my
ribcage. I forget that if you let it
such silences
(like the ones you carry) fills,
Like air and water
through gills and all the marching
beatings of organs and matching
mimetic participation
of cells.

I have and will
learn perpetually
how home fits in the sound
of you; you who are never out
of context or rhythm. You who
fit messy and tidy and perfectly
amongst my heartstrings;
one well tuned word
and the body vibrates against the hum,
the song complete already
and sung from attentive memory

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Oh my friend that was so sweet ,again I will say it again,they say its easy to be praised here
but seeing such lovely magic,words like dreams ,i never read ,I just felt my way through your words
how wrong I was to stand differently,away.. to shirk your protection and glow,the gaze of hottest colors
the centre blue of wishing pools,eyes of soulful serious skies,I wrote a story of a girl to be a mountain
but instead I made love to one,I ve spoken quickly and out of turn..
I learned how home fits with your sounds,you are never out of context or rhythm
Messy and tidy but you fit perfect among my heart strings
one well tuned word and my body vibrates against the hum
this was so beautiful..i had to read with mind and soul..to understand..dreams are hard to read
lovely dreamy write..

[Doctor JKC]

"and other pine cone perceptions."

This says reams.

Well done, i get it,
Jack

[W.k.kortas]

The pacing of the piece is almost sermon-like. The piece is very affective--there are extremely powerful emotions all through the poem, but it never gets sticky or weepy, nor is the writing overwhelmed by the emotion (which is certainly no mean feat). Very fine piece of writing.