Hello all!
I’ll be attempting to post thoughts on the season of Advent a few times a week on my Mrs Metaphor blog if you’d like to join me for those. Today, however I will simply post the poem I wrote last year at this time and hope it meets you somewhere interesting.
Advent: sound and water
the season shift
not always conveyed
by weather or intention
I yield then
to other channels-
shopping or television,
blinking lights
adding population
to otherwise bare porches
pulsing noise
into my arms
coursing into my veins
a river I cannot ride
only swim
only drown
until, through the din
of sound and water
it comes-
a small child,
voice cutting through
the low hanging trees
of branches stinging
the singing rocks
the timbre ringing
takes my face
between two soft hands
each time I look away
with tenderness and
firm conviction
intoning-
look here
see this now
©2010adc
