A young girl brushes her hair, humming.
Perhaps she is alone.
A canary will stop singing
if you put a mirror in its cage
finding in the reflection a mate,
company, its creation the cobblestone
along the narrow lane of loneliness.
Perhaps she is in love. Consider
the singing plants of Damanhur,
so connected to the earth
they sing an otherworldly song
on electric frequency that
can be heard with electrode and microphone.
And what of music borne of fight
or on the rhythm of the sailors’ oars
the beat of birds’ wings
a clatter of prejudices falling to the floor.
Perhaps creation, found in each part,
pain the hedgerow for a house of love,
struggle comes and goes like weather,
faithfulness a lamp in a window.
A young girl brushes her hair, humming.
April 5, 2012 at 11:43 pm
Your poetry is extraordinary. Damanhur was new to me, and I followed your link and looked it up. Rare and beautiful.
April 5, 2012 at 11:47 pm
Very. Did you see this?
Thank you, so very much, Loren.
April 5, 2012 at 11:43 pm
I forgot to add (it’s late!) that it reminded me of some of Conrad Aiken’s poetry, but with a quality all its own.
April 5, 2012 at 11:53 pm
That is a new poet for me, and I have just looked him up and happened to read Chance Meetings as a first taste of his poetry. It’s wonderful and for even drawing a comparison is a tremendous compliment, Loren, thank you.
(Yes, I agree, late, I feel sort of fuzzy and posting that poem with this sleepiness draping over me like a veil.)
April 6, 2012 at 12:39 am
I just love this poem!! So many interesting details with a nice rhythm to it, too.
April 6, 2012 at 12:42 am
Thank you! :)
April 6, 2012 at 10:24 am
Very, very nice, Melissa. Your poem has such a rhythm and depth. I like it so much.
April 14, 2012 at 8:44 pm
Thank you very much, Maggie … I’d like to do more with this one, but it’s a start.
April 14, 2012 at 8:25 pm
This is really good Melissa !
April 14, 2012 at 8:45 pm
Thanks, Lori!! You’ve been missed!
April 17, 2012 at 3:58 pm
Reblogged this on Melissa I. Hassard.
July 3, 2012 at 9:00 pm
Loving @ a clatter of prejudices falling to the floor. wow very nice … :)
July 3, 2012 at 11:45 pm
Thanks so much, Tim …
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