I found this poem in a stack in a file on my laptop. Fancy that! This one was unfinished, I thought. I reread it just now. (I’ve been searching for a story short enough to share at a writers group in Santa Fe tomorrow night.) After reading it again and then again I deem it done. At least for now. Heh, heh.
It was written during my routine morning period of time allotted to drinking dark coffee and holding space for my thoughts to pour out as I pour in.
GRAVITY
Seated on cushions,
Shoe hanging from foot,
Wrists resting on keyboard,
Head perched upon neck.
Music vibrates disk,
Through air to my ear,
Tympanum to brain,
A sensorial chorus.
Light from our star,
Comes bent ’round itself,
Spectrum to iris,
Renders blue water.
See the blue water,
How flatly it lies,
In space between hills,
Embracing the shore.
Feel, hear, and see,
Loved reverie,
‘neath a blue dome,
Held here for me.
G. M. Goodwin
September 23, 2014
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