As she heaved the duvet
Billowing over the bed
Words shimmered through her mind –
Like fish flashing in deep waters
Fleeting
The music of pleasing vowels
Slipping song of bubbled pebbles
Formless
Something – possibly - glorious
Thoughts make our words;
Words make our thoughts.
The silly poet strives struggles
Suffers
For metaphor
That phrase which rents the ordinary
Unlocking common beauty
To share
Something – possibly - glorious
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Only just found this Cynthia and like it a lot. I really must be more organised about looking at blogs!
I agree with all the comments here. It captures the ability of the mind to go on automatic pilot when doing something mundane and reach for "Something – possibly - glorious."
Nice one.
Cate xx
Love it
slipping song of bubbled pebbles - mmmm
Also, like Isobel, enjoyed that identification of words and thoughts just coming to us, out of the blue
Good poem Cynthia. I love the shimmering and the flashing fish! xx
Thoughts make our words;
Words make our thoughts.
I like the the way the two can be inverted - it's so true about how poetry comes to us, out of the blue, sometimes when we are doing the most mundane of jobs.
You've got the whole essence of what it's like to be a poet in here. Crafting those thoughts and words into anything beautiful can be tortuous. But when you do get that 'someting-possibly-glorious', just how rewarding it is?
And what a great metaphor you have in the title Cynthia! Great to see you posting again. x
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Francine
Sun 11th Dec 2011 17:58
Yes... such is the feeling!
'Unlocking common beauty
To share
Something – possibly - glorious'