I have torn holes in life, portals
from one self to another, city
to city, country to country.
I have adapted my nostrils
to different scents and smells,
my tongue to sweet and sour.
I have adjusted my eyes
to everchanging landscapes,
falling from another sky
to land on concrete or grass,
sometimes on my feet,
sometimes flat on my arse.
I have learnt the languages of birds,
hummed songs of different bees,
and embraced new species of trees.
Each hole I have torn has left a scar,
crescent moons, comets and stars
tattooed on the skin of my universe.
Kim M. Russell, 19th May 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: About Portals
Anmol is back with this Tuesday’s Poetics and has shared an extract from ‘The pandemic is a portal’ by Arundhati Roy, an interesting way of looking at our current situation, as well as a selection of poems.
He reminds us that the global pandemic has changed the way we look at our existing systems and fault lines in our society, and refers to Roy’s recent essay, saying that it can be a portal to the kind of world that we want for ourselves – hopefully a better one.
Anmol would like us to mull over the word ‘portal’ as a theme for today’s Poetics. He says that we should not limit ourselves to the experience of this pandemic, but we can write about portals that we have crossed in our lives, possibly resulting from other collective experiences like that of war, social unrest, revolutions, and climate change.
Your portals made me think of the subtle knife… all those little portals, leaving scars.
Especially loved:
I have learnt the languages of birds,
hummed songs of different bees,
and embraced new species of trees.
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Cheers, Björn!
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Oh, I have missed reading your heartfelt verses — there is such an understanding of your experience and journey in this one. I love that kind of adjustment, adaptation, and learning that you talk about while also referring to the holes that were torn along the way too. Great job! 🙂
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Thank you kindly, Anmol! 😉
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this is a powerful poem Kim – that first person voice speaks loud and clear and has experience writ large
“crescent moons, comets and stars
tattooed on the skin of my universe.”
WOW!
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Thank you so much, Laura!
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I like the thought of embracing new species of trees.
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I want to embrace one of those huge trees you can see in America and a baobab tree would be cool too.
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Fantastic description of reinvention and how, no matter how total, scars of before are left behind.
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Thank you, Carol.
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I love how you finished, turning your scars into constellations ❤
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Thank you, Lisa! 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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This is a wonderful expression of your ‘portals”. I bow to your talent.
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I’m so pleased you like it, Bev!
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I love this Kim–the language of birds and the scars as constellations. Wonderful!
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Thank you, Merril.
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Kim, this is so lovely. You hooked me with that first line.
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Thank you, Linda!
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I specially admire the last two stanza Kim. This speaks for your versatility and eagerness to embrace and live with our many changes in life. May we all embraced a new specifies of trees.
I have learnt the languages of birds,
hummed songs of different bees,
and embraced new species of trees.
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Thank you, Grace.
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This is very beautiful – learning the language of trees, adapting to new landscapes, and the scars on the skin of your universe.
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Thank you so much, Sherry.
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What a hymn to personal freedom, hard won but all the more precious because of that.
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Thank you, Suzanne!
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In an odd way, we wrote from similar vantage points. Being a world traveler, you have created and closed a plethora of portals, expanding the parameters of self, touching the past and the uniques of so many of the planets corners, emerging as sage, guide and earth mother.
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I’ll be over to read soon. I’m up very early this morning, couldn’t sleep.
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Wonderfully poetic portals you write, Kim! I like the scenes, scents, sky, and scars of adventures experienced.
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Thank you so much, Lynn!
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my pleasure 🙂
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And it all makes you you! Bravo!
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Thank you, Mary!
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kaykuala
Each hole I have torn has left a scar,
crescent moons, comets and stars
tattooed on the skin of my universe.
As long as one can keep track of the progress and maintain a likely record, it might just evaporate into thin air. A record is necessary Kim, yes, agreed!
Hank
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Cheers Hank!
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I like the idea that our lives are tattooed on us , even if no one else can see them. To have the cosmos imprinted all over, inside and out. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe, although sometimes I can’t see them, or they’ve disappeared into black holes.
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Woah, Kim, that last verse is stunning. The acceptance of pain, alongside joy, as part of us, the constellation of our experiences. Lovely write.
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Thank you, Sarah!
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What a delightful way to look at life … I’ve had a similar one!
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Thanks Kate!
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my pleasure Kim!
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I love the introspection after the full-tilt travels, the acknowledgement of the consequences of every step we take and have taken.
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Thank you, Victoria.
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Really like the poem but especially last stanza. The repetition works really well and also the idea of holes. Many Native American creation myths have humans crawling out of a hole into this world.
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Thank you, Christine!
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As I read this poem of adventure and discovery, I thought of putting it in future tense and saying it as a young woman about to face the world. Loved it!
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Thank you, Maria. I might try that!
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Eight years ago, I uprooted my life to move half-way across the country to be with the woman I love. I like this perspective. Thank you, Kim.
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Thanks for commenting, Ken. My husband did something similar.
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Thank you for this beautiful poem. It took me to a moment where I connected with everything I’ve gone through in life, what stays and what is left behind, our adaption and place in the world. Every line is packed full of contemplation!
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting, Kate!
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Having read the one at the pantry from the future self, I feel like both work in different ways, but are just as impactful.
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Thank you, Namy!
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Appropriate, that the holes we call through as we change our lives, leaves scars on the cosmos, as we are the center of that, haveing stardust in our veins and being a small corner of the cosmos that has some consciousness of itself, this is beautifully done, and gave cause for reflection for me about how we ore connected to and through it all, even if jsut for a time, it is not a littel life we lead, is is at the center of it all.
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Thank you so much for a detailed comment, Lona.
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Amazing! Our experiences in our lives shape it! Some are joyful which are like stars and comets and tattoos for us and the other bitter ones leave scars! That’s what I interpreted. Correct me if I’m wrong! 😊
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Thanks fore reading and commenting. Your interpretation is spot on!
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🌹 🙂
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