there is no sense in these words
otherness is an idea language enforces
the only thing worth speaking about has no word
long, soft and sweet is the wild bed of the soul
and in that unspeaking field lay with you
where opposites become one
GloPoWriMo prompts us to engineer a reverse answer to some other poem, responding first to the last line and working our way up from there. Mine comes from this:
Out Beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads prompts us to write about the zone, the now, being …in the moment.
Some songs about the here and now: