A line in long array runs
our course, disruptive,
joining, collecting other lines,
middle of palm to wrist, and I imagine
the sinuous plotting, the calm
of the hand so precisely placed
to be held, longing listing
there, like a whisper refusing to
echo, and I imagine how a simple turning
up, reaching out, can keep our fingers
rushing the motioning desire.
© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas
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The phrase "A line in long array" is from Walt Whitman's "Cavalry Crossing a Ford".
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5 comments:
Reading the poem is like reading a palm!
nice...really cool flow in this maureen...it is that last stanza that does it for me...the reaching up and out...best motions a hand can have you know....
That is exactly what came to me as I read the poem! ...The lines on the palm branching and re-branching, as the hand is held open and reaching towards another open hand. Such a vivid image.
A whisper refusing to echo... Love that, and the opening up at the end, really lovely.
The metaphoric and analogous nature of this poem is gorgeous. I love how you connected the concrete with the abstract here. Another example of your fine talent I read over and over again.
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