21
02
2007
Parts
When I find all my parts
In their proper place
With my nose stuck on my face and
Arms dangling from shoulders
Like shirt sleeves on a hanger,
When my heart wallows in its dark pocket
And my head precariously perching
On its pedestal, I want to say….
This is the sum if it; my body,
With which I sense the earth while
Walking fields, yellow and green, feet
Crushing unsuspecting blades of grass
As they yield to my intrusion,
Seemingly with abandon and grace.
Still, while in this place I am
Aware of the fullness of
The spiraling of galaxies like
Water spinning around the rocks
In the creek where the tiniest
Of my parts drowns
In the cold wet tears of the earth.
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Welcome to PT. I love your poem here. This is my body, this is who I am.
Welcome to PT. You will enjoy it thee. I have only been few weeks but I am thriving!
I like the neat lines of this poem. The last two lines are great.
Thanks, Brian and Gautami. It has been a joy so far to see and read all the great writers, contributers at Poetry Thursday. I’m sure I will become a regular visitor there and to your blogs as well.
I enjoyed reading this, especially the last stanza of awareness of the body’s place in the universe…
Thanks, Juliet! (that’s my favorite part too)
I like this. Nice idea, how small we are in the wider view of things. But not so small. One person can still do something that changes the world.
cookala, I see you made it by. Welcome. Thanks for the insightful comment. Come again sometime.