A Creation Story (A Cento)
Who knows what
birds flew the skies above
my birth, the gulp
of air, the curtains
open just enough
to let the moon shine in,
the big belly of her swaying,
sky reaching down to capture me.
At dawn such
sunrise on morning glories,
ever was. That wavy moment
between beauty &
desperation. The mother’s voice
rises as in prayer. Sometimes
when I dream
I think I am lightning
and then I am.
There is the temptation
to say no more.
You forget where you are going,
away from whatever window
you no longer want to look out of.
Why don’t you ever tell me anything about your life?
It was your world and you
let me in.
For a while we house trained our god.
Space is a blooming flower
mankind would rather snip,
slip into a vase filled with water.
And I don’t know what happened to you
because you never told me.
I never asked.
at the top of hills above my town, listening
to the wind’s unrest.
Could these trees transport me?
Sweet grass confetti
strewn across the passage floor,
trying to reach
Along the way
I find scatters of stones
but not the ones lodged in memory.
Brooks burble and gush –
I’ll skip change
on the river,
hold the key
in cupped hands.
I devour your voice.
With a spoon of stars
and thirsty down to pointed spine,
& hands as though to pray &
unafraid, a vast, open mouth
molten tongue, a tide of fireballs
(to act shy salts the tongue)—
With lines from Aaron Slatten, Carole Johnston, Christopher McCurry, Douglas E., Edelweiss Meadows-Millstone, Gaby Bedetti, HB Elam, Jessica Swafford, Jim Lally, Joseph Allen Nichols, K. Bruce Florence, Karen George, Kate Fadick, KYstitcher, Larry Wheeler, Linda Caldwell, Lisa Miller Henry, Mary Owens, Melva Sue Priddy, mtpoet, Patti Miller, Rae Cobbs, T.M. Thomson, Teri Foltz, Tina Andry and upfromsumdirt.
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I love it! Thank you for listening to so many poets and posting a tribute.
what a wondrous weave of words:
26 patches to make this quilt
This is gorgeous! You have made such amazing use of words and phrases from the poems. I am flattered to have my work included in this piece. I agree that this is a wonderful tribute to the poets participating in the LexPoMo.
see, i was merely gonna praise the deep, pure poetry of this thing… but now i’m simply gonna wipe dry my cheeks and blow my nose….
It was the great material I had to work with!
Excellence in this gathering of beautiful voices! And, yes, what a tribute! Thank you.
I am so honored to be a part. You made a symphony.
Pauletta — Your ability to manipulate so many different writers’ lines into such a spiritual piece is amazing. Thank you for doing this and including me.
Pardon my french but good goddamn that was an amazing piece. I’ll be the first to admit you used my lines even better than I did the first time. Thank you for this creation.
Excellent! So affirming to see all the lines you braided so beautifully into a new poem.
Wow! Thanks for including me in such a glorious poem! Love it!!
Wonderful, of course! I’ve enjoyed reading your work this year, Pauletta!
Yours too, Melva–and so many others! I’ve been lousy about leaving comments, so I decided just to gather lines into a poem!
Thank you. Beautiful poem.