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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Transcendent Tango

In recognition of the close of Poetry Month I have revised an old poem I wrote. I'm dedicating it to April, a pretty month, honoring her devotion to hope, awakenings, and vibrant new beginnings.

Transcendent Tango

The sky is a moody companion
driving calm white billows
into foamy currents over blue
piercing thunderous cliffs
with jagged lines of silver
and sending the sun into exile.

I skip.
Not really.
But I have the mind to
for the wind has revived the fallen leaves
who thought their days had ended,
yet now believe themselves to be graceful birds,
with preened feathers
and focused beaks
slicing through the air like winged messengers
eager to tell the tales of love.

I long to keep up with them.
But no.
I reserve my energy
and watch
as my quickened spirit takes flight
twirling with the resurrection.

All are present
yet there are no witnesses
to this transcendent tango
bequeathed by wasted poets
teased by passion's hallowed flames.

Dip me my immortal
kiss the white line of my neck.
Visit me
till evening bows in sated surrender
and morning sings anew.

Leah Griffith

An April offering.

18 comments:

The Loerzels said...

I long to keep up with them too. But, I've resigned myself to rest at least for now.

Leah Griffith said...

Rest is good;)

Stephen Hayes said...

I love the imagery and the sensual tone of this poem.

Martha J. M. Orlando said...

Mystical and magical, Leah. Absolutely outstanding!
Love and blessings to you!

Leah Griffith said...

Thank you Stephen.

Leah Griffith said...

Thank you Martha. I had fun with it.

Jessica said...

Wow..what a beautiful poem! I loved the entire thing, the imagery in these lines in particular stood out:

"for the wind has revived the fallen leaves
who thought their days had ended,
yet now believe themselves to be graceful birds,
with preened feathers
and focused beaks
slicing through the air like winged messengers
eager to tell the tales of love."

Karen Wojcik Berner said...

Fantastically lush imagery and prose, Leah. Another success! You might want to submit your poetry to some literary journals. Just a thought...

Debbie Maxwell Allen said...

Beautiful as always--though my spring is full of snow today!

~Debbie

Cheryl said...

Oh, my friend..the way you paint with words is the very definition of artistry. That is beautiful.

melissa said...

Soul stirring with your detailed descriptions Leah... I could imagine all of it here...

Leah Griffith said...

Thank you Jessica. I'm glad that you enjoyed it.

Leah Griffith said...

Perhaps some day I will Karen, but it might steal the fun of it all. Thank you.

Leah Griffith said...

Debbie, your spring is sure to warm up at any moment, after all...it is May;)

Leah Griffith said...

Thank you Cheryl. It brings me so much joy to play with words. I don't know what I'd do without them;)

Leah Griffith said...

Oh sweet Melissa, you have such a poet's heart. <3

JANU said...

April is a very hot month here...your poem made me look at it with new eyes.

Healing Morning said...

In my mind's eye, I step up into the sky to dance with thoughts such as these. It is too sweet to resist the temptation when I find words that conjure pictures. Thank you for sharing this beauty with us, darling girl!

<3
Dawnie

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