pins you with her eyes, “Put down your book,” she says, “high time
to read between the lines of your tangled life,
that’s where the clarity is, Honey.”
“Back then,” she says, “before you were given your script to memorize,
and hustled out the double doors to follow the stipulated dream,
you used big ingenious slashes of crayon, drew, bold, ego-less, cerise clouds,
for a sky you’d seen in the world you forgot after you were born.”
But it’s fear and loneliness and getting old you want to talk about,
but can’t find words to begin.
“Listen,” she says, “to the craving of a kestrel, watch the lightning
turns of dragonflies, the grey squirrel rappelling down a willow, see the dying
elm gilded in crimson, purple loosestrife gracing the pitted parking lot,
have you forgotten the perfume of fir trees? or play some Mitchell
or Morrison, anything to clear the bog from your mind.”
“But some regrets I can’t forget,” you say, “some ache I just can’t take.”
“Look,” she says, “all goes onward and outward,
the sunrise blazes, the sunset baptizes, and between
is mayhem and bliss, and the world you forgot is this world,
and this world of beauty and sorrow is midwife to the next,
and the next won’t be like anything anyone ever supposed.
“So get on with it, Gorgeous, gather up those tangled lines,
roll them up like wool,
spin them into something like gold.”
I think I am drowning almost in all that wool
I understand. 🙂
“And the world you forgot is this world,
and this world of beauty and sorrow is midwife to the next,
and the next won’t be like anything anyone ever supposed.”
I love these lines because I often catch echoes of the world where my spirit was birthed, and glimpses of the unimagined next. They remind me of my own attempt to capture my sense of other worlds beyond this one—-“My spirit danced on the verge of its natural home, trailing glorious love like streamers floating to the earth.” (from my blog posting, A Drop of Love, http://www.scriptordeus.wordpress.com)
Thank you Valerie! And thank you for the link to your work.
You two had quite a conversation! And now I’m wondering just what provoked (or maybe evoked) it. Sometimes we just need a good talking to, don’t we? 🙂
Thanks, Stephen!
Ha! True enough. Thanks, Ann.
“… memorized script … stipulated dream…”
reflecting on the constrictions of my life… yet, I have been loved and have loved
Thanks Sam.