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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Rushes


by Steve King
© 2012
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Your body bends upon young grass,
a lightness in your limbs.
How may I keep from promising?

You search for heavens
in unfolding clouds.
Portents.
A sign.

The rushes sigh in the least breeze,
and speak all things to you.

You, the silent one who waits,
while I sigh with the rushes;
while I am left to gather my desire
in its own words.

As the young grass
drinks the sun,
so you absorb my promises
‘til I am emptied.

Now flown are all the words,
no portents,
no sign to show a way,
and dumb the rushes when I pause to hear.
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11 comments:

  1. Pat HattFebruary 14, 2012 at 11:25 AM

    So glad when it's bye bye snow and sping has sprung anew. Dumb the rushes was great too.

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  2. TashtooFebruary 14, 2012 at 6:20 PM

    Yes the dumb the rushes stood out for me too...leave it to Pat to beat me to it! I know I've said it before, but you really do so have a wonderful way about your words. Not to take away from them, but they seem so very effortless when reading...(I KNOW its not that easy) but a testament to talent when the writer makes it seem so.

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  3. hedgewitchFebruary 14, 2012 at 7:11 PM

    Lovely ebb and flow in this, desire and yearning and the deep mystery of nature, both with a capitol N, and our own. Esp like the fourth and fifth stanzas which reveal the speaker's heart, but all of the poem is luminous.

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  4. Laurie KolpFebruary 14, 2012 at 7:22 PM

    This is beautiful, Steve. I especially like:

    As the young grass
    drinks the sun,
    so you absorb my promises
    ‘til I am emptied.

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  5. ScarletFebruary 14, 2012 at 8:49 PM

    Lovely capture of the season changing...i like the creative way you say this...beautiful write Steve ~

    Wishing you a lovely day ~

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  6. AnonymousFebruary 15, 2012 at 2:32 AM

    Nature...a force of its own, but also a handmaiden in love. And you do it so well with this lovely imagry flow. Even the word "rushes" lends a golden zephyr-like feeling to this poem. Beautiful tribut to love, realized...and then silenced. Thank you:))

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  7. ayalaFebruary 15, 2012 at 8:19 AM

    Steve, this is gorgeous :)

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  8. ClaudiaFebruary 15, 2012 at 10:14 AM

    As the young grass
    drinks the sun,
    so you absorb my promises
    ‘til I am emptied... wow...just love this..and hey..searching for heavens in unfolding clouds is a good thing to do..smiles

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  9. Maude LynnFebruary 15, 2012 at 10:15 AM

    That last stanza is just gorgeous!

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  10. joannaFebruary 15, 2012 at 9:59 PM

    this is so lovely... you had me from the first lines. :)

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