Another poem that drums the sky and taps the reader on the shoulder, to turn around and look behind the words.
Thank you.
My favourite line is the question of where the sky meets the wet. Very like a Rumi question.
And the ending “how long does night walk before what walks is morning?” Is wonderful.
I pondered the title, “Transference” and know from both professional and personal experience the intensity of longing that some relationships evoke. The questions raised by discovering the inevitability of some gaps and how meaningful it is at moments when the gap is crossed.
How long does night walk before what walks is morning?
Brad…thank you so much for your close reading and your very thoughtful words. (Also delighted to find Rumi in my comments feed!!). And yes, that gap and its state - do they always transfer well into words…sometimes, all we can create is a poor image of what we feel. Thanks so much!
"How do you return to the place where it all began to go wrong? "
Ah "fermented wanting." Every once in a while you write a poem like this articulating the angst of trying to be genuine as a poet, and you capture it so deeply that you leave me in awe. This is one of those. But night will become morning. I think we can count on it. I count on you.
Every line questions and makes the reader ponder!
Love love the ending : how long does night walk before what walks is morning?
Thanks so much :) 🙏❤️
Your poem is precisely what poetry is. Filled to the brim with emotions, desires, and questions.
I love this, Rajani!
Thanks so much for the kind words, Rea. 🙏🙏
Another poem that drums the sky and taps the reader on the shoulder, to turn around and look behind the words.
Thank you.
My favourite line is the question of where the sky meets the wet. Very like a Rumi question.
And the ending “how long does night walk before what walks is morning?” Is wonderful.
I pondered the title, “Transference” and know from both professional and personal experience the intensity of longing that some relationships evoke. The questions raised by discovering the inevitability of some gaps and how meaningful it is at moments when the gap is crossed.
How long does night walk before what walks is morning?
Brad…thank you so much for your close reading and your very thoughtful words. (Also delighted to find Rumi in my comments feed!!). And yes, that gap and its state - do they always transfer well into words…sometimes, all we can create is a poor image of what we feel. Thanks so much!
"How do you return to the place where it all began to go wrong? "
Ah "fermented wanting." Every once in a while you write a poem like this articulating the angst of trying to be genuine as a poet, and you capture it so deeply that you leave me in awe. This is one of those. But night will become morning. I think we can count on it. I count on you.
Thank you, Susan…and I count on you…to remind me every single time that all that needs to be said can be said gently. Much, much appreciated!
Fantastic writing, as always, Rajani. Those two closing stanzas are especially powerful.
Thanks so much, Sherry :)
Love this, Rajani! 😊
Thanks so much, Paul.
Dear Rajani,
I was gazing at a huge white cloud the other day, thinking how many people would take it for granted without a second glance.
My best,
Mahdi
What a thought, Mahdi… thank you! Maybe as poets it is almost a burden that everything presents itself to us as a question or a possibility!!!