There are times when a confluence of events, feelings, opportunity and phrases conspire to connect, perhaps in conversation to create an entirely new form of expression or possibility. This has happened to me while working with a piece of stone. It has happened when a poem comes full-blown to the page. And sometimes, as recently, it happens unbidden. Starts as a niggle at the edge of consciousness. Morphs about inside, noting and absorbing layers and dimensions. Spillls onto the page this way, then that. Finally challenges me to approach it intentionally. As, in the case of the brief poem below, even experimentally.
I welcome your comments and observations, curious what you glean from the words, their arrangement, any possible resonance for you personally. And thank you for reading.
REBIRTH AT THE NEW MOON for DC This harbinger this black zero of beginning releases hope hollow, hungering to expand, to deepen to become full. The new wanting to bid old ways goodbye beckons to push through a second chance to fill this opening. Start close up, sense the gift of a new phase a whisper undiscerned on the dawn’s breeze, a seed in you waiting to spread against a future sky become visible while carrying the light within your gift to others It is early, and about to grow. This is my first experiment with a double-poem-that-makes-a-third. 'At the New Moon' is 'found' from Marge Piercy's ‘Head of the Year.' 'Rebirth' celebrates a turning in DC's life.