Lasso The Sky, The Land, The Sea

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Lasso The Sky

 

There have lived and breathed  Da Vinci and Galileo
Geniuses
Have viewed the sky, beheld the world, drawing mystery from thin air
Discovering wonder, pulling at the thread,
Unraveling infinite
Cousteau dove deep, strapped on oxygen rising up again
Popping through the curtain
Where air and sea meet
Proclaiming what was deep
Under the sea

And there lives a girl
Obscure
Unknown to billions
Known only by a few
Who dreams only of lassoing the sky
By night
And the land by day
Roping all beauty and pulling it in
Drawing a noose around it all
With ampersands
She loves the and

It will take all her words
Each one she knows
And then some more
To capture all the loose and lovely
Wrangle it into place
With her pen
On a page
Captured for all time
In the lines
Of poetry

Thoreau knew too
Of what runs wildly through her mind
The thought of heaven over head and under feet
He said it lovely
Plain poetic
All the same

And she, the one whose heart aches
Burns maybe with mad desire
To scribe it down
Tangled up in words that hang around awhile
This late longing
Born from who knows where
To paint the beauty with her words

She
Will go on digging deep
Writing out her art
In broken, wounded
Poetry.

To the unknown one who has a deep and curious desire
To lay their eyes upon the page of words which tell

She’ll pen it down
Glued, stuck together by copious amount
Of ands.

So she will dream and play
And wrestle
Day by day with an imaginary pen
The noisy one that’s shaped in tiny squares
From A to Z with symbols
And
Her much beloved and

Lassoing
The sky, the land, the sea
All beauty
Gently showing it
Struggling not to tell
In busted prose
And broken phrase
In the girl’s own
Winsome style
Her
Wordy way
Never hoping to be Wordsworth or Thoreau
Oliver or Collins
Or even Tretheway

Just an obscure writer
Who found some joy
Playing with her beloved

Poetry. Ah, she asks at the end.
Do you believe all of this?

The mystery of poetry.

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Linking my words with Laura Boggess

5 thoughts on “Lasso The Sky, The Land, The Sea

  1. I loved this passage so much, especially within the larger metaphor of lassoing:

    And she, the one whose heart aches
    Burns maybe with mad desire
    To scribe it down
    Tangled up in words that hang around awhile
    This late longing
    Born from who knows where
    To paint the beauty with her words

    AND, I love the use of “and” throughout, your expressed love, your subtle uses, the strong power of such a small word.

  2. Your words make me smile – a girl…obscure…unknown…known…who dreams…the mystery…
    Keep writing – I’ll keep reading (as time and life allow, which lately, has been sporadic)
    Makes me want to put on my cowboy boots.

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