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What Beckons in the Breeze

April 14, 2014
By EPluribusUnum DIAMOND, Woodbine, Maryland
EPluribusUnum DIAMOND, Woodbine, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head)."
-Sylvia Plath


On a chill spring morning
I taste coffee stirred by wind,
wind that tugs at my blouse asking to play,
sends rivers of air
careening over my skin,
sends limping, shedding dog
into a fury with envelopes of scent.
Wind touches my coffee
and stirs it again
with bits of chocolate fur
that I struggle to scoop out.
Rivers of wind in my blouse
my coffee, my hair,
they dance all over me
until I am tempted
to discard my drink and join,
to roll with them over the hill
and partake in their movement,
to flee to the woods
and use branches like violins,
make music out of wind and world
so the earth can then join with the sky
and I myself become the medium necessary to allow this.
This is not the only time I am willing
to be a necessary medium.
Often, I think about wind
and I think about world
and I think about dance
and I wonder
if all human problems can not be solved this way:
through union of art and movement.


The author's comments:
Just a rough draft--something I wrote as a partner of my other poem, Rain Dancers (a later draft of Rain Dance, which is also up here). I am looking for feedback on whether or not I should break this into multiple stanzas, and I'm also getting the feeling that there might be an awkward tone change, and want to know if anyone notices it.

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on Jun. 10 2014 at 12:10 pm
EPluribusUnum DIAMOND, Woodbine, Maryland
59 articles 24 photos 280 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head)."
-Sylvia Plath

Since I first posted this, I've retitled it "Resonant".