to have the moss grow over my heart . . . .
by jeanne rene watson
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
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Every once in a while I feel it,
Slippage through a chink of actuality
Into a pinhole passage of the phenomenon,
To know . . . I am dancing.
I walk across the rift
To see . . . I am dancing,
I am waltzing with splendor as my partner.
I sally. . . . I whirl . . . . at times, I even prance
Upon the knolls of God's intent.
Lush, the hills, with bush and brush,
Grass and grain set in soil
And every once in a while I feel them,
I know them
To take root in my soul.
Every once in a while I wear it,
Upon my back a dress of flaxen rags.
In the moment that I stumble over the divide
I wear . . . . I embellish
The light in the darkness.
Throwing my arms in madness,
I am dancing in the gowns of consciousness.
A blink . . . . a flutter . . . . at times, a deep breath
Held beneath the waterfall.
Deep, my feet, sink into the earth.
The moss seeks my heart.
And every once in a while I know it,
I hear it
The reply sounding over the myst.
jeanne rene 1/04
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|Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart
|Well, the title just grabbed my attention. I'm a sucker for fancy titles. It's the most important part of the poem, after all. And the "reply sounding over the myst" hearkens to the midnight creatures we hear calling through the fog. Consciously, we do not know what that noise is. But it speaks to some part of us we cannot name. And that is the part with the biggest ears.|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
powerful and magical! i adored this unique, creative piece (and that pic is as stunning as the write)--BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|This is powerful and excellent!|
|Reviewed by Larry Rochelle
|Very mystic write, full of nature and depth!|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Spell bounding write! This is a gem with a powerful voice.|