Friday, March 16, 2012

Swallow

Strange as Sanskrit.
Familiar as milk.
Your name hovers on my lips.

I swallow

sounds and symbols
for safekeeping
lest the wind steal you away.

15 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Wonderful as always and a great start for my weekend -- hope you have a great one, too!

Fireblossom said...

I adore this.

Laurie Kolp said...

Me, too... I love this, MZ.

hedgewitch said...

Names have power--that's why there are always lots of them in spells--like the one this poem casts.

TALON said...

So succinct and so perfect, Mama Zen.

Fred Rutherford said...

really nice lines here MZ. The opening stanza is particularly very cool. Thanks

izzy said...

Very nice indeed! are the swallowed
signs and symbols sharp, flat,
sweet or tangy ? :)

Brian Miller said...

great mystical feel to this...the swallowing of sounds to save...def like that thought...

Heaven said...

I like the first stanza..very eye catching...

kulasa said...

aaahhhh simply beautiful lines...

Ann (bunnygirl) said...

I love how well you've captured the power of a name in just a few words.

Anonymous said...

The wind IS a thief. :)

~Shawna
rosemarymint.wordpress.com

Anonymous said...

The wind IS a thief. :)

~Shawna
rosemarymint.wordpress.com

Anonymous said...

Sorry I get too click-happy; I'm just impatient when my comments don't load fast enough.

~Shawna

myheartslovesongs said...

"lest the wind steal you away."

there's a softness and quietness to this poem that ends on the perfect note.

LOVE it!