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Sunday, May 8, 2011

A Strong Song



I used to hold
shells to my ear,
hoping to hear
ocean music.

Now, I go 
into the open 
pink spirals
twisting a trail
for the mystic
in me.

I follow
this invitation
to its middle
where new tears drip
ointment, tending
old wounds.

This place
welcomes me,
the-being-still-me,
making it easy
to choose
the good part.

Wooed and won,
I’m content to stay
cradled this way,
living inside a song.


Click here to watch Kathy Hastings conch spiral series. I saw them as I wrote. 

~To my beloved rabbi, who pointed the way~

7 comments:

Sandra Heska King said...

This is beautiful, Kathleen. The going deep into the song.

Lynn Severance said...

Ah, "the-being-still me" and the "wooed and won" me settled into your words with deep content.

Beautiful, Kathleen. What a privilege to read this poem of yours!

nance marie said...

hi kathleen :-)
nice poem.

Maureen said...

Really lovely, Kathleen. And what wonderful images of conch shells. They're safes for the ocean's secrets.

Kathleen Overby said...

I like that, 'safes for the ocean's secrets'....almost another prompt for a poem. :) Thanks girls.

S. Etole said...

it's always a gift to find your words ...

Louise Gallagher said...

I love how you weave yourself into the song and become it.

Beautiful poem -- you've opened my morning to lyrical thoughts of seashells and seashores and 'new tears' healing old wounds. -- lovely!