in Okinawa, i sat on a punting, with an old man, he rowed us, as far as his eyes could see, two blue mountains and a cloud he tied the boat to a tree, his hands were steady as bird-bones on a platter; i never felt so cold, he fed the ducks, stale bread, dried livers, almost broke the neck of a swan, his eyes twinkled, i saw a candle wick, a single tongue of fire, become a furnace, forest-fire, all snuffed out, all scattered knots and leaves, when he closed them, praying to his ancestors, for me, before us, there was only darkness, he took off his hat, and whistled, until all was clear, the leaves, shook off the rain, the air, fermented wood and dahlias, he told me about death and fear, you talk about only in silence, with your eyes, meant to be forgotten
reminds me of Mr. Myagi in The Karate Kid..when he would mediate...of show Daniel how nature can calm us so much...clear our heads, and let us embrace life or death---
really strong philosophy...and a bit sad at the end...when the speaker talks of the person in front of her...the one who speaks in silence...maybe also about death and fear.
fear makes life almost unbearable...if only we could relax into what may come.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you, jacob, so much for the keen insight and wonderful visit - glad the poem spoke to you :)read morethank you, jacob, so much for the keen insight and wonderful visit - glad the poem spoke to you :)
this is fabulous work, Steph. As good as anything I've read recently. Full of mysticism symbolism and surrealism. Like a deep and mysterious dream. Wonderful.
Phil
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you so much, phil, for the wonderful visit and review :)
NOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..