corpus christi 42009
April 22, 2009Sun postures steadily over long drawn waves
The pulse of the world:
My thumbs buried deep in pressure points to tell the tides.
Church bells sing Gloria!
To each stepping stone, each breaking wall
Hibiscus turns like trumpets
A red fanfare to salute the morning
An ebbing applause,
The words the Gulf speaks to say its good mornings
Where silently I stand, bracing myself against a wooden banister
Fighting back the tears shed for only Kings of the People.
(for Read.Write.Poem.)
nicely done…..especially like “hibiscus turns like trumpet”
Loved that starting line!
going from one extreme to the other
“An ebbing applause” – I like this turning point and how it relates to other strong sensory details.
Interesting! I especially respond to “My thumbs buried deep in pressure points to tell the tides.” Delicious.
I want to understand the last line but am too dense!
I concur with Danielle, the pressure points line is wonderful.