This is a poem from 1999, that I took a look at again today, tinkered with for a while, until it came to the form pasted below. I didn't even remember the poem when I pulled it out, but still, no surprise, I find in it some of the consistent themes I seem drawn to when I write. Nature for sure, some sort of orientation toward an archetypal feminine, a bit dreamy as though leaning toward faery tale, and an attention toward expansive states. So mysterious that for each of us our creativity moves of its own toward certain moods, tones, images.
Well Met If she meets you in the meadow watch the way her feet bend the grass and if the stalks lean primarily west go that way because it’s favorable and look at nothing too closely but listen for the story that her moving legs tell from inside everything. Remember that the trees are witness to more of her days than we will know and if passing the redwood she touches its bark note with which finger and then bring the same of your own subtly to lip and if you taste the tree’s tenor that’s favorable and now you must lose feet downward and from top of head get lost in lift because the world is about to break open in its middle the startled deer will bound and if she says to you look an arc of Glory is in its leaps then that is favorable because you know at last that you and Another are celebrating the same earth.
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Gordon Allen
9/10/2014 11:51:50 pm
Nice poem, Walker!!!!!
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Walker Abel
9/13/2014 02:46:20 am
Thank you, old friend!
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