The geographer – poem for dVerse

I scrawl my words on every blade of grass,
scribble them in the sand, twig scratch them
on the winter clouds,

and the line the plough makes
is the line of my words
is the line the plough makes,

and birdsong creeps in, and the sound
the wind makes

and the curve of the deep lane

and the rhythm of the sea
as it sweeps in and out, and the
skittering of pebbles

and the line the waves make
is the line of my words
is the line the waves make

and each verse is a green field,
and each verse is a tree
and each verse is a sea-smoothed stone

and I write an orchard,
a daisy, a pool formed
in the ruts in the lane,
mud holding water:
water holding the sky.

Anmol is hosting at dVerse tonight, and asks us to think about geography. I am deeply influenced by my surroundings – the geography seeps in everywhere, and I think my poetry is infused with a sense of place. It was interesting to focus on that feeling and try to put it into words.

16 thoughts on “The geographer – poem for dVerse

  1. I love this! ❤️ Especially: “and each verse is a green field, and each verse is a tree and each verse is a sea-smoothed stone.” So utterly beautiful! 😀

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  2. You had me at /twig scratch them on the winter clouds/. You elevate all of us with your tale\ of co-creation. I like the feel and sound of the refrains and the beautiful boldness of your adventure in language and landscape.

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  3. I love this — the art of writing rooted in place and surroundings make for a beautiful map of inspiration and observation — I read your words as a progenitor of poems that are created from subjects as much as they create them. I loved “the line the plough(/waves) makes” stanzas in particular. 🙂

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  4. This rolls effortlessly specially with repetition of each line and verse, steeped by your surroundings:

    and each verse is a green field,
    and each verse is a tree
    and each verse is a sea-smoothed stone

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  5. It’s hard to believe that poem is a response to a prompt. It reads like a piece that has been polished painstakingly until it’s perfect. And, speaking of reading, it really demands to be read out loud.

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