Sonnet IV: Meditation

[kaberett]

(Slightly gory.)

The blood beneath my skin that beats to burst
and joints that burning yearn apart from me
are muffled echoes of a greater thirst--
to encompass the world (such simple greed!)--
my breath, that dreams the flight of wheeling birds;
my bones' desire to be once more the sea.

And all these things--the wild and the absurd--
are still too small, too cautious and too tame.
Perhaps I'll never settle on the words
to give this feeling shape and weight and frame--
expansive sense of all my margins blurred--
of being, of existing without shame.

And threaded bright throughout the brilliant whole:
a quiet confidence; the seedling soul.

Comments

[kaberett]

(I really like the pun on (w)hole but I think I want to rewrite the last couplet away from it even so. IN FUTURE.)

[hairyears]

There is, of course the perennial pun in the footnotes, on soul and sole.

[alexseanchai]

Vivid.

[kaberett]

Thank you! It arises from Doing Breathing Meditations, and specifically from the way that I use feeling my pulse in my whole body as a focal point, and the sense of wanting to be more and of reaching out toward and so on. And then the disability ties in. (And I am once again contemplating the merits of setting up a Patreon where the thing I charge for isn't the poems but the meta-essays on what I was trying to get in.)

[alexseanchai]

:)

I would love to support such a Patreon. Probably would not actually, because my own money situation (I am not supporting any Patreons at the moment), but would love to.

[cadenzamuse]

Would support you on Patreon. Probably not for very much, but would support. :D

(Also, I kudos the heck out of this poem.)

[randomling]

I really, really like this. <3

[kaberett]

Thank you so much for saying <3

[vass]

Yes, good.

The last line especially.

[davidgillon]

Like!

and joints that burning yearn apart from me

Yes. This. Mine too!