she imagined how a caterpillar must feel on the ground
imping along on its belly, avoiding hungry birds and searching for tasty leaves
She imagined it climbing up to a higher branch
to become a cocoon. Does it know?
know that it’s departing from its caterpillar blueprint?
does it even have consciousness enough to experience regret?
does it know it will fly one day?
Week 3 of Master Key Experience. Our assignment from Haanel is to sit for 20 minutes, still, relaxed, and not thinking. This poem captures the thoughts that came to me when I was not supposed to be thinking of anything!
Little hungry bird Somewhere below my solar plexus Flitting here and there Mouth always open
Squawking about something missing If only…. then… squawk Pushing against the boundaries of me As if my aura was an elastic film you can’t escape Pushing here and there Flying against this flexible invisible membrane
Flying up my spine and into my hands Needing something more Reaching with fidgeting fingers Flitting up through synapses Simultaneously stimulating a series of synchronous firings Question, idea, what if…if only…then…squawk
Little hungry bird Eyes closed, gaping beak Up, up, opening up, squawking feed me Shh, here, I hear you I acknowledge you
Let me find the tenderest morsel I can offer Not the quick fix you might have me drop into your mouth Not the scroll snack snap back spark you seek Here I give you my breath I turn my attention to you Walking briskly under the clouds And the sun that refuses to shine I give thanks for you
Mystical herald of Poseidon’s chariot, so they say of me. Do they not know I am the pure scientist of the ocean? My understanding of the physics of sound, and of light refracted through the water is exquisite. My knowledge of geography, navigation, ocean currents and weather patterns is far beyond that of any two-footed, hairless mammal. I understand far too well the chemistry of micro-plastics, surface degradation, biofouling, and ingestion-related bioaccumulation. Why do they depict me with glittery rainbows or diving through the stars? True, I know the constellations and have studied the movements of the sphere. I am indeed the Taniwha, guardian of the soul, as science well knows, as I was divinely created to be.
The still small voice of silence she hides right over there Crouching like a tiger where?
Sitting eyes fall softly Breathe… whispers the wind She speaks a distant purr And worldly sounds fall dim
Pouncing after random thoughts Blowing strands whirl Chasing this way and that Around me swirl
Darting to and fro I am the arrow and the target I sit so still, I let them I let the chatter go
I watch her chasing, Silence Little pitter pat Till quietly she comes to me And climbs upon my lap
And so I sit with Silence Divide, rejoin, breathe in Brushing on my cheeks Where my heart begins
She is like the air which cannot be held
Glo/NaPoWriMo this is my attempt at a 3-in-1 prompt to catch up on the last few days. Day 16: A poem about something that cannot speak and what it has taught me Day 17: Respond to a favorite poem by another poet. I chose You Who Let Yourselves Feel – Rainer Maria Rilke Day 18: Write a poem that could be a section of a long, dramatic narrative poem. Not sure how much I hit this prompt, but I did include a “tiger for no apparent reason.” I’m still a bit behind on poems from this past week but catching up here a bit!
