Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Section Line Road

Words
and words wound with music.
Sun sneaking through the blackjack trees.
I learned my lines where the hay met the hollow -
walked the stage with dew wet feet.

I slopped hogs with the palms of a poet.
Called cattle with a choir in my throat.
My treble and staff - my own two hands -
I danced down Section Line Road.

How I danced down Section Line Road!

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

15 comments:

Thotpurge said...

slopped hogs with the palms of a poet... loved that🙂

Sanaa Rizvi said...

I slopped hogs with the palms of a poet.
Called cattle with a choir in my throat.
My treble and staff - my own two hands -
I danced down Section Line Road.

I love the underlying strength and passion in this!!❤️

Bekkie Sanchez said...

"I slopped hogs with the palms of a poet" an awesome line and write.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I LOVE this! Especially slopping hogs with the hands of a poet.

Kerry O'Connor said...

My favourite line:

Called cattle with a choir in my throat..

I love the way it sounds.

Margaret said...

This sing songs along... and I adore where hay met the hollow

paulscribbles said...

So musical to my ears at least...and in my ears Johnny Cash was a singin it.

Rossy said...

This is my favorite line: "Sun sneaking through the blackjack trees." The next line is my second favorite. I also like how you let the first word of the poem hang on its own line, giving it weight, but also adding it to the "S" (and "sex") in the title to form "swords." And really, dance, music, outdoors, sunshine, heat, poetry ... these are the swords we should all be using to fight our battles, to protect ourselves.

razzamadazzle said...

I just love this. It truly speaks to me as a farmer and a poet.

brudberg said...

Slapping hogs... my hands are too soft for that.

grapeling said...

MZ, this is so good ~

Kim Russell said...

This is a such a vividly vocal poem, Mama Zen, especially the lines:
'Sun sneaking through the blackjack trees'
and
'I slopped hogs with the palms of a poet.
Called cattle with a choir in my throat'.

blueoran said...

Something of the Okie Orpheus here, happily between rapture and State Line Road. And all nature hushed to hear!

kaykuala said...

I learned my lines where the hay met the hollow -
walked the stage with dew wet feet

How one loves to go through the baptism of fire to better oneself!

Hank

Magaly Guerrero said...

Lucky hogs... and poet, too.