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Contraction Timing


01.29.10 Posted in today's words by

Wayne
Turner is a musician, poet, and artist in Virginia (of course!). He has
been playing with words for more than five decades, ever since his
mother first read to him and taught him to love words. The main thread
in his writing is shared transformation, growth, and aboxal learning.
Some of Wayne’s play can be found at his blog. But read his playful poem HERE!

Contraction Timing
By Wayne Turner

You were born yesterday,
and again this morning,
and again we hope tomorrow.

Why, I asked,
are babies born so naked,
with their water flowing to ground, and
their fire flowing to sky
so perfectly–so automatically?

It creates currents that form
the multi-vortical human mindscape
where every spin the now-ist sees
as yesterday’s pre-reality.

You can’t take the same sacred snapshot twice:
no matter how terminally indignant
the weekly pattern-monger’s habit,
Love remains the fulcrum and
always takes a stand above a still.

It’s a fragile eternity that yields
an allergy to urgency,
no appetite for the Bantu fractal or
the circumdancing flower of
homo-spiritus,
or the growing rampant glory of identity
taming the local lizard.

But we can see the buds on gravid branches
all watching in their special ways
to be the stone, the bird, the tree,
the proactive jazz blossoms,
the spin-bombs of living Logos
bringing on more contractions.



3 Responses to “Contraction Timing”

  1. Jessie Carty says:

    fascinating how each stanza of this poem almost seems like a poem in itself ;)

  2. Lisa Marie says:

    This is beautiful! I love the lines,
    “to be the stone, the bird, the tree,
    the proactive jazz blossoms,
    the spin-bombs of living Logos
    bringing on more contractions.”

    This is truly good writing. It’s clean and beautifully done.

    Annmarie, thanks for featuring such great work!

    -Lisa Marie Basile

  3. Wayne says:

    Lisa Marie, thank you for your kind words.

    ~Wayne