while downloading you
this is how a face turns into light. this is how light makes face of a moon.
this is where the memory of night resides inside. this is dark inside bright.
this is how light faces a question. this is how it was marked. this is how it took the name and called itself doubt.
this is hair cropped short. this is skin close scented like a rose. this is blood.
this is rhythm. here is a poem on your lips, or your word for hesitant faith.
this is the ear held close to earth.
here is what fog suddenly lets fall into dawn, eyes and nose and mouth like pearls. here is breath. just one of us. here a cup is raised. here is thirst.
here there are no words for why.
and why I won’t circumvent my own doubts of doubts.
every wind deserves a breath.
neil reid © march 2012
while downloading an image of poet Christian Wiman, to be specific.
I really like this. I’m unable to pinpoint why, except it feels like a validation of what we often see as unimportant or irrelevant.
I really like your comment, although I can’t say exactly why! (sorry… that was just too much fun to let pass) But really really there’s no test so your appreciation is gratefully received.
This one is sort of literal to the title, but also plays with that most potent element of light. (sort of my sophomoric passion for what science has to say about this reality here) (and that actually fits well and right with the second part of what you said… what’s right in front of us that we mostly ignore)
Thank you Yousei.
neil
You’re a tease, and I adore that. Playing with reality, language, and our senses … isn’t that what we word artists do? I often find that after I’ve finger painted with words, the picture is not what I’d planned and more than I’d hoped. Had to read it again while I was here. Just love that closing line. Thanks again, Neil, for sharing your creations.