Wednesday, June 5, 2024

I am the creation of words




I am the creation of words

 

I am the creation of words

my hair fingered by countless 

lovers .. my skin caressed, 

slapped, cut, imprisoned

and freed by thousands of

hands - calloused, gentle, 

manicured, newborn, aged, 

drenched in filth and courtly 

perfume

I am the creation of words

swallowed in greedy gulps

in childhood beds and 

Caribbean sea shores

on grandmother’s velvet couch 

in university libraries, subways

railroads, and jet planes – 

my eyes fill with cinders of

bodies burnt, squinting in 

rabbit holes, insane asylums

train stations, savannas stretching

I roam - ingest verdant fields,  

slumber in feather-beds, forests, 

city streets, grandfather’s straw bed, 

roll in ecstasy in gardens, 

under brilliant skies, torrential rains

tornadoes, tsunamis, drenched in 

weather, in love, in hate, in pity, in

horror, in exultation, in adoration, in

mysticism, magic and math, mania,

madness, mindfulness, each image

intractably impressed retina to soul

I am the rallying cries, and solitary 

screams for help, for joy, for justice, 

for grief, for pain, for pleasure each 

echoing in the chambers of ear to heart

I taste each swallow- though mere words

may be lost – I am the worded creation - 

the lyric legacy of countless pages has

formed me, informed me, 

terrified, teased, tormented, 

tickled, transformed the 

constant metamorphosis

the shimmering murmuration 

of fluttering leaves digested

whole into my blood, bone,

mind and soul … 

I am so titled 

stamped 

and numbered 

indelible volume 

11 comments:

  1. Wonderful, Pearl! My favorite of all I have read on this prompt today. I especially love the section about places where one has read. I love picking up or thinking of a book I had read at some former time, and instantly "being there" again, at the lake, on a bus, in a restaurant on my lunch break, or lying in bed in my old flat. It's lovely, as is your poem.

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    1. Oh thank you so very much. I love your work and it means a great deal to me that you this resonated with you.

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  2. What a glorious poem, Pearl! A flourishing of words down the page, just gorgeous writing.

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  3. Awww Sherry... Glorious ! Oh my! Thank you so very much I'm thrilled that you enjoyed.

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  4. Brilliant poem...Chapeau !...Rall

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  5. "I taste each swallow- though mere words
    may be lost – I am the worded creation -
    the lyric legacy of countless pages . . . "
    Amazing, such a plethora of being, travels and travails! As id we become all we ingest. Scary, in a way . . .

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  6. What an amazing flow of thoughts - a fantastic tribute to reading and growing - Jae

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  7. I absolutely love this one, Pearl. And these lines -
    "I am the creation of words
    swallowed in greedy gulps
    in childhood beds and
    Caribbean sea shores
    on grandmother’s velvet couch
    in university libraries, subways
    railroads, and jet planes – " gives
    a wonderfiul visual of all the places a book
    has been read. And also realizing that each book
    a person reads IS ingested and becomes part of them.

    As I read your poem, I am picturing just ONE library book (any) and all of the places it has traveled, the variety of people who have read it.....and all who have ingested its words!

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  8. So much in this and it is packed with life and experience. Like a journey through life and words. Great poem.

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  9. This is a whole new way of looking at books and reading. Brilliant, Pearl. I can't select a favorite line as I'll have to quote the whole poem then. Such a delight to read!

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  10. Oh, this is magnificent, Pearl! You sweep us away in every conceivable way, geographically, emotionally, sensually, to immerse us in the world of an avid reader "stamped and numbered" by the books she has read.

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