Friday, February 24, 2017

"Namaste: An Experiment of Poetic Yoga" by Terri Lynn Cummings, Frequent Contributor

Namaste:  An Experiment of Poetic Yoga
Terri Lynn Cummings

Existence drifts on a miles-long stream
Flowers lift their faces
while the past sweeps past in currents

Each bloom, the face of an ancestor
fades in and seeds our voices
As rain finishes with us

air sharpens, life deepens
all futures speak in unison
We blow through the straw

of childhood, gasp
at clouds of raspberry
orange, and lemon

Sunrise sings for the universe
in which we grow
No place to sit on fluid time

since Moon circles
full bellied, feet aching
waits for music to stop

Life moves to hold still
Fingers and palms press together
in greeting. Opposing sides harmonize

Poet’s Notes:  Ideas for this poem were born from a collection of paintings. Local visual artist Beth Pemberton had asked me to write brief poems for an upcoming exhibition of her work. Her paintings included serene landscapes and contemporary drawings. One painting named “Namaste” inspired this longer poem for Songs of Eretz Poetry Review.

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