Pippi if you want to write an echo/conversation piece/refutation of my poem I would LOVE to see it you have my full and compete blessing forever and ever 💙
Where none knew of my presence
facedown in the snow at night
pressed at on every side yet untouched
knowing nothing but the comforting weight
breath taken in stillness
on the watercolour velvet of the dark
when I can see but shades
and my ears tell me more than my eyes
creeps around the back of my neck
when I'm aching from its bite
and something in my spine shivers
knowing there's something out there I can't see
and there's nothing I can do about it
Dew-dampened sun-warmth,
tendrils soft and grasping
softened mud unfrozen
rain falling! mist melting!
Neither glassy silver nor frozen grey,
the sky reflects the water's hue--
all azure-bright, lapis lazuli,
white-and-wine-dark blue!
And my heart aches
in a good way
like the thousand times I recall
the radiant touch
of a white-gold embrace
that never touches at all;
where I can see!--
--or I can't,
and I'm blinded by
the crystalline, rainbow-bright gleam
of the hardware store
where the lightings sat
(and I cried)
in Aisle Fifteen.
Radiant glory
beyond my control
is a confusing, terrifying thing--
it brings on new growth
and destroys what is dead
and is brighter than what can be seen.
But still, that power
and terror and awe
Whom I ought to fear showing my face
lightens fear from my heart
weighs glory on my soul
and leaves the rest of me feeling