when i learned that things are seldom perfect, & yet beautiful

sunburnt, sweaty, hay dust in my hair,
we loop through holes in time
(mostly damaged, porous & bent at the edge)
into the sea which is a quarry pond

actually, though it leads along the coast
from india to myanmar, somalia to madagascar,
after raking rows & rows of hay,
put to neat lines first, then gulped down
by the hungry forage wagon’s yap,

“there’s a mouse”, i shiver, she floats
slowly past my shoulder– dead,
“so what?” my cousin asks,

dividing water into columns
between life and death, thin lines
separate the sky above from what is lurking
in the dark beneath us, monsters,
crashed stars, sling plants, rusty trucks,
& bodies, not yet light enough
to make their way up,

dragon flies and waterwalkers,
hotWaveWobbling air falls sleepy on the water’s face,
beds her glowing cheeks, tssshhhhh–
huge mosquitos hunt for dry spots on our skin,
the moment’s cool & colorless,

we swim
to where the far ends of what counts
con//nect,

the mouse’s lifeless eyes still on us

.

ok.. blame it on the heat.. smiles…

karin has us write a body of water poetry for poetics today…puddles, lakes, whole oceans…go for it.. she will open the dVerse pub doors at 3pm EST…

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53 responses to “when i learned that things are seldom perfect, & yet beautiful

  1. ok, the mouse eyes at the end are creepy…ha… i like this, it has your signature moves in it but feels different…a different edge to it…used to cliff dive in a quarry, it can be pretty scary…the dead mouse though, i keep getting hung up on it…ha…the seperating of life and death, light and dark is a really cool part c

  2. My thoughts immediately went to my childhood memories on my grandparents’ farm…things I learned about life there and lessons taught by nature….another brilliant write.

  3. Stunning imagery – plus I love the lines ‘hotWaveWobbling air falls sleepy on the water’s face, / beds her glowing cheeks, tssshhhhh–’ catching the sounds of summer – cool mouse …

  4. I wish the heat would affect me this way – by making me write lovely poetry. The vastness of the ocean with the water line of death and it’s eyes still seeing you. Wow. The things that sprout from your mind are incredible. What a lovely imagination Claudia.
    Have a really good weekend.

  5. separate the sky above from what is lurking
    in the dark beneath us, monsters,
    crashed stars, sling plants, rusty trucks,
    & bodies, not yet light enough
    to make their way up,

    Just imagine what are there underneath the surface. Yes, they are all waiting to be raised up! Brilliant take Claudia!

    Hank

  6. Ooooh, Claudia! “…Let me count the…” days, making hay, sweaty mingled with dusty, the sun relentless, and the final daily reward: carefree jump into the pond(s).

    Never afraid of water, I yet shied away from the quarry. What does depth have to do with danger? It was just all those thoughts you eloquently expressed:

    “… thin lines
    separate the sky above from what is lurking
    in the dark beneath us, monsters,
    crashed stars, sling plants, rusty trucks,
    & bodies, not yet light enough
    to make their way up,”

    I pictured a “dead body” grabbing my feet, pulling me under, and, well…..

    There IS a slight mode-change in your writing this time, sort of a soft modulation, quite pleasant! I am liking this as a “keeper” for the golden memories, and excellent writing!

  7. …this mouse character with ‘eyes on us’ I think good to have somewhere on the corner of our eye sometimes….to appreciate all goody we have in our life, and life by itself…good contrast here…

  8. I like the moment’s cool & colorless but there is mystical quality to the water with these lines:

    dividing water into columns
    between life and death, thin lines
    separate the sky above from what is lurking
    in the dark beneath us, monsters,
    crashed stars, sling plants, rusty trucks,
    & bodies, not yet light enough
    to make their way up

    Happy weekend ~

  9. Well, I confess to having swum in the Ganges, so can’t really complain about the mouse! Water–it was pure enough once! And will be again – a beautiful glow, flow and cadence here. k.

  10. Somehow the dead floating rodent was reminiscent of India, and all the corpses that float in the rivers, and wondering if one could eat the fish whom feast on dead flesh; see what you do to me? Your pastoral images are lovely, and your girlhood is shining.

  11. A list poem *smile* and wonderful! I’d be outta there when the mouse floated by but the bodies not yet light enough to float up is why I don’t go into “bodies” of water any longer. Jaws changed my perception of water for swimming eons ago. Lovely write. Made me smile.

  12. Your last line reminds me of Rilke’s “inside the golden amber of her eyeballs / suspended, like a prehistoric fly” which is creepy but tells a lot. I love this dynamic poem. Like zooming in and out.. the map..

  13. actually, though it leads along the coast
    from india to myanmar, somalia to madagascar,
    after raking rows & rows of hay

    dividing water into columns
    between life and death, thin lines
    separate the sky above

    those lines were awesome..
    I read them again n again..

    Perfection is just as illusion..
    imperfections are what makes us who we are 🙂

  14. This title says it all! But then again, not quite, as I’d hate to have missed the amazing poem that follows it. 🙂

  15. we swim
    to where the far ends of what counts
    con//nect

    seldom perfect, & yet beautiful – ah, when we can see the beauty of that truth, that’s when life really begins to rock

  16. What a rich world, life, and poem. Your title is perfect. I love the crashed stars, and then the list of creepier stuff down below. And I also really like the lines,”we swim/ to where the far ends of what counts”

  17. when i learned that things are seldom perfect, & yet beautiful…
    Hello ! Claudia…
    I always find it good to return after being absent…[Cont…]

    • “dividing water into columns
      between life and death, thin lines
      separate the sky above from what is lurking
      in the dark beneath us…”

      …Thanks, for sharing ! a moment [through your poetic words] as you reflected on a past experience in your life and a shared moment with a cousin…while in the water.
      deedee 🙂

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