Like a child
with an activity book,
I join up the dots,
spy with my little eye
pictures in earth and sky,
from horizon to horizon:
the shapes of flocks of birds,
clouds and the occasional rainbow –
which must be coloured in.
We are joined
by bone and blood,
emerged from mud
and ending as dust
in the expanse of space:
ephemeral flutters
of stray feathers
or wisps of hair
on a breeze.
Kim M. Russell, 19th January 2021
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Connections, also linked to earthweal open link weekend #54
I identify with the Gene Roddenberry quotation that Merril has shared in her prompt for this Tuesday’s Poetics, which is about connecting and connections. She writes about the effects of the pandemic and the ways we connect with each other and with nature.
She also gives us an example of connections in the Mary Oliver poem ‘Breakage’, which begins the poem with ‘I’ and then moves to ‘you’, connecting the readers of the poem (and the writer). Merril points out that the is precisely structured, using punctuation and enjambment, with a space before the final line to connect the whole poem.
Merril would like us to think about connecting or connections in any sense. It could be connecting ideas, historical moments, or our own connections with people, places, nature, or art. We should also think about how we connect words, phrases, lines, and ideas in the poems we write for this prompt.
This drew a deep sigh from me, Kim! Such a gorgeous, gorgeous closing to this poem. Yes, we are “joined by bone and blood, emerged from mud, and ending as dust in the expanse of space.”💝💝
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Thank you, Sanaa! 🙂
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You’re most welcome! 😍
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I like the way you’ve spaced the words for emphasis, creating a kind of poetic staccato. The following lines:
‘We are joined
by bone and blood,
emerged from mud
and ending as dust
in the expanse of space’
I find rather comforting as they both minimize our earthly cares and remind us that we are never really alone.
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I like the idea of ‘poetic staccato’!
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I really like this poem, Kim. It seems a bit different for you. I like how the child-like wonder of the first part, with the spaces, almost like a game, turns to the expanse of space. A lovely poem. Thank you!
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Thank you for your insightful comments, Merril.
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You’re very welcome, Kerfe.
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I like how you went from the physical connection of bone and blood to the more ethereal connection over space and team that makes us part of something much larger… an intimacy that spans over parsecs.
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I like that – intimacy that spans over parsecs.
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I’m reminded of the biblical “dust tou art, to dust thou shalt return”. Quirky spacing is enthralling!
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Thanks Bev!
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Lots of levels of connecting and especially luv the connection from earth to dust particles in an ephemeral galaxy of time
Happy Tuesday
Much💖love
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Thank you, Gillena, Happy middle of the week!
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I like the structure of this, the solid framework of bone is also part of a more elusive web of feathers and wisps of breeze.
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It was tricky to capture, Jane.
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You did it well though.
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Thank you!
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I love how you shifted the imagery in that second stanza, Kim. Brilliant.
-David
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Thank you, David.
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Like a Lego-poem, every corner is connected. It is rife with light, with hope. Fellowship and brotherhood reigns, as we look into the sky searching for answers we are not privy to; loved it.
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Thanks Glenn.
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I really like the transitional aspects, KR, esp from mud to dust to wisps of hair.
Beautiful, thoughtful response to prompt. Cheers.
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Thank you, Ron.
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I like the connection between dots and the universe. I think we are still trying to connect the dots throughout life.
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We never stop trying to join the dots.
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“and ending as dust
in the expanse of space:
ephemeral flutters
of stray feathers
or wisps of hair
on a breeze.”……….. wow, that is gorgeous
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Thank you, Debi.
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I like the idea of connecting the dots then seeing the bigger picture of how we are connected.
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I wonder if that’s where pointillism originated.
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aaah. we are. indeed we are. adore the subtle alliterations, rhyming, and the beats and brakes!
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Thank you, Jenna!
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To look with a child’s eyes…yes, that’s just the way to become connected. I love the image too. (K)
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😊
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“ephemeral flutters of stray feathers” Wow! A visceral read. Enjoyed it! 💖
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Thank you, Tricia!
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Call me odd, but after reading this my mind went straight to “Across the Universe” by the Beatles.
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Not odd at all, Ken. It’s in my head now, and I’m playing Let it Be on CD.
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Wonderful poem. These lines were a wow from me,
“We are joined
by bone and blood,
emerged from mud
and ending as dust
in the expanse of space:”
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Thank you, Ali!
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We are joined
by bone and blood,
emerged from mud
and ending as dust
Yes we all have connection! Well done Kim.
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Thank you, Dwight!
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I love the analogy of the activity book, and connecting the dots
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Thank you, Mary.
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