—for Jude Janett
It was cold,
and so
when she said
I am not
a poet,
I mean
I write them,
but only
to survive—
I don’t think
I even
like poems
I watched
as her words
turned to mist
in the air,
swirling
transparent lines
that danced
before they
disappeared,
and
I knew
there was
never
a poet
more true.
Rosemerry, you are such a deep Rumiesk poet. I love your skinny love lines. A new friend from a group of writing women pointed this out to me. Thanks for the deepest understanding..
Jude, you are always leading the way. Every time we speak, I learn so much, or perhaps unlearn so much. I love that you posted this at 3:24 a.m. You are a light in the darkness, Jude.
Well, Jude, you and I both know Rosemerry’s spent fecund time with Rumi. Perchance she’s still doing so.
That word, swirling. It could be an adjective, describing the transparent lines; or it could be a verb, describing how those same lines are being handled. Of course, it’s most likely, both.
Likewise, I’m seeing dual “true”s: 1) to be faithful toward; 2) to be in precise and proper alignment. And, once again, methinks ’tis, “All of the above.”
All of the above! Thank you for the close reading, Eduardo. Love r
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