Friday, October 2, 2015


She's my stars strung bone to bone.
Weather walking east to west.
Everything the gods know -

She's the cross clasped to the breast of night.
The smudge smoke for appeasing saints.
The stone I sleep and dream upon,
and when I wake

she's the rain.

Still I drove a dozen dawns
to seek counsel on the mountain.
Climbed until my hands were raw
just to hear a wise one say,

"Be still and know that I am dog -
stars beyond your ken and counting.
Worlds beget more worlds,
but some truths never change.

The only cure for drought

is rain."

A rough draft for Hannah's prompt at Real Toads.  I've had a sick kid all week, so I haven't got much brain left.


Sylvia K said...

Great one as always, MZ!! I do hope Baby Puppy gets better quickly!! You can imagine how I felt with four Baby Puppies!! I'm glad they're grown!!! Hope you have a lovely weekend!!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

This was so beautifully written. I love the be still and know I am dog. Yes, some truths never change. Wonderful.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh my goodness, from first sterling line to last, this is such a beautiful poem. "stars strung bone to bone"..."the stone I sleep and dream upon..."and when I wake / she's the rain". Absolutely gorgeous. I hope Baby Puppy is well soon.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I just spied something intriguing on the right side of the screen - The Reverie Journal!!!! Love the quote, looking forward with anticipation to the book. Yay!

Anonymous said...

"She's my stars strung bone to bone."

"Still I drove a dozen dawns
to seek counsel on the mountain."

I love these lines.

brudberg said...

Great write, the advice at the end seems exactly like the one you would get after climbing raw.

Gail said...

Even with a half brain, your performance is stellar.

I enjoyed this from first word to the last. So very true. But you even dressed the bad/sad words in beauty.

Susan said...

The first stanza, with "weather walking east to west ... blessed" is so gorgeous that I felt my own relationship to nature strengthen when I read it. Yes. "The only cure for drought is rain." We know, but pray and ask and chant and travel .... It's pouring here and will for the weekend. I wish I could send some where it is needed.

Hannah said...

"Still I drove a dozen dawns
to seek counsel on the mountain."

I would.

I love your poem and my heart goes out to you for yo girl. I hope she feels better soon and that you stay well.

Thank you, for joining the challenge, Mama Zen!

Susie Clevenger said...

Wow! I wish I could write such beauty with my scrambled brain.

Outlawyer said...

All wonderful but I found first two stanzas especially compelling. K.

Kathryn Dyche Dechairo said...

Your writing is always so captivating, so many amazing lines in this. Hope your kid feels better soon.

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Rommy said...

I love the dreamy imagery leading to the very practical observation at the end. You started with the lofty heights of the stars and finished with pragmatism.

Isadora Gruye said...

I very much like your take on the prompt, choosing to weave a story around the setting that inspired. And what a layered, rich story too! Those opening lines are stunning, very effective in jumping right to the center of the action. Just fantastic work through out! Thanks for sharing.

Kerry O'Connor said...

The stone I sleep and dream upon,
and when I wake

she's the rain.

This is just beautiful, MZ.

Fireblossom said...

Kiss the rain.