—Poems and Artwork by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CA
THE BIRD OF LIFE
Somewhere in time a gold bird explodes.
It is all covered with fire.
It is falling into our burning eyes.
We can hear its bright wings screaming.
We respond with our mouths open and answering.
We can see its white eyes bore through crimson skies.
The clouds catch fire
and the cindered stars are reeling.
We stand in the color of this sight.
We have come together to celebrate this mourning.
Our hands are at our throats.
We can feel our pulses pounding in our fingertips.
We can see the great self
of the bird burn away, and we can see
what life is made of in its mysterious center.
The sky has caught fire.
We ignite in the infinite color.
The bird has been falling forever.
Every glinting fragment of it falls
into our rapidly beating hearts.
(first pub. in Galley Sail Review, 1967)
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FALLING INWARD
Allow yourself one poem a day
Speak sadly of this.
Taste its meaning.
One day a poem will taste sadly to you,
test your crying, taste your tears.
Sweet tears for sadness,
one tear a day for sad remembering.
Tell someone,
or keep it to yourself for savor.
Savor one poem a day.
Write it yourself.
Do not give it meaning.
Let it grate—or soften
your hurt meaning.
Let it linger where it hurries—
to—or away. Let it go, then.
There is nothing to say in a poem.
Allow this.
Wing it with falling
if you fall inward.
How will this matter?
Do not ask a question.
Questions have no answers.
In a word is a poem. Begin it.
FRAGMENTATIONS
After “Some Questions” by Mary Oliver
First, it was a white page.
Then a word fell on it,
like an accident.
Child of light
lives here, dressed in sugar,
with blue eyes she closes against my stare.
I know her.
The breathing wing
is fastened to a wire flown by a cruel child
who loves the broken bird—
the wind not strong enough to pull it free,
the sky too far—the love too strong.
is fastened to a wire flown by a cruel child
who loves the broken bird—
the wind not strong enough to pull it free,
the sky too far—the love too strong.
All falling is slowed
into the illusion of falling,
like a mirror stealing your face for its own,
and you haunt yourself
forever afterward
like a mirror stealing your face for its own,
and you haunt yourself
forever afterward
Half way through the word you remember
what it was you wanted to say.
It was a white page.
A word fell on it,
like an accident.
(first pub. in Galley Sail Review, 1967)
How can I see a waterfall
in
mind
and know
the depth of its fall—
from where
and into what,
or even imagine
the cold sound
and harsh spray
of its surging
shapes and colors
feel its force
and direction
that gathers into sound
to make a visual
of its roar
or silence?
Here, is abstract—
only my words create
this waterfall, in a
broken place now,
and filled
with such endless falling.
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OBTRUSION (A Pirouette)
Once in the evening light
a speck appeared—wavered,
and grew: a falling bird
falling through my sight.
I did not want to know.
I did not want to know
this was death in disguise
finding the window of
my eye. The air gave way.
I watched the bird fall by.
PATTERN IN MESH
that curve in the window-
screen — a gray finger-wave
against the pale skull of
the sky — such a precise
pattern — caught on the
morning window — at
just the right angle —
I turn my head from
side to side to make it
move — the art of caught
light — a falling-into-place
of things — I move it back
and forth, staring, mesmerized.
THE WEDDING PARTY
They will dance in the arms
of promise,
slow and sensual
in public shyness;
they will whirl softly
to a tune that will be theirs
for a memory
that they will weep to later.
But for now
her white dress will wrap around him
as they twirl;
his arm will hold her from falling;
the others will join in,
press near
and move away in unreality.
Soon they will slip away
into the life,
into the beginning;
they will slip away
to a car with cans and shoes
under a feast of rice-blessings,
under a wave of floating wishes;
they will blur away in a dust of hurry;
the child in her body
will be sleeping, sleeping;
they will drive away
into a few
or many years.
(first pub. in Pudding, 1995)
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WEDDING
After “The Wedding” by June Jordan
They are caught in the long drift down together—
they are caught—trembling like two leaves in
a gold wind—warm in the light. They shine.
They almost love. They are caught in the
long drift down. They flutter softly to
the music—graceful and slow, as if
there was only this sweet falling—
no tree to memorize—no earth
to fall to—no grief to know.
WE HEAR THE FALLING
Like discord
under lovely sound
we listen . . .
bird and man
share all such
metaphor
as soul
migration
wind in throat
Phoenix-song
and deep within ourselves
as through the lift of wings
we hear the falling.
(first pub. in Small Pond, 1957;
also Frog Perspective, Mini-Chap, 2002)
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Today’s LittleNip:
AWRY
We are at once alone and not alone,
oblique with sorrow,
caught in a seam.
You dance toward the center,
I catch your falling.
What does it mean?
(first pub. as a Poems for All #907;
also in Brevities, 2004)
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Many thanks to Joyce Odam today for her riffs on the Seed of the Week: Falling. Her “Obtrusion” is in the form of a pirouette; if you’d like to try one, the pattern is a ten-line poem with a turn-around in the middle. That’s three stanzas in the pattern of 4 lines, 2 lines (the turn) 4 lines; each line is six syllables.
Our new Seed of the Week is Feathers. Send your poems, photos and artwork about this (or any other) subject to kathykieth@hotmail.com. No deadline on SOWs, though, and for a peek at our past ones, click on “Calliope’s Closet”, the link at the top of this column, for more SOWs than you can shake a pencil at.
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