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It Will Not End Up Here

October 5, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

 

How did I end up here

wrapped in a circle of poets

(I don’t even call myself a poet)

where we showed up

to taste peaches and wild grapes,

to crush the flesh of nectarine

and sing fig songs?

How did I end up here

in cedar-scented sacred breeze

benched above a liquid mirror

where I share space with a black squirrel?

I’ve plucked some word fruit from the white bowl,

a fortune from which I’m supposed to extract juice,

to write without ceasing, to offer a prayer.

“You are intended to write every poem you write.”

Did she really say that?

It shall be sure forever as the moon’s return

faithful as the skies remain . . .

I lower my standards and begin to write.

It shall be sure forever as the moon’s return

faithful as the skies remain, the song of the bird,

the bird with one song that sings that song

over and over and over,

the song of the man of the moon.

I stop and seek the song

in the lines, the lines of desire,

designer lines engraved in my heart,

a magical maze of delight

that lead me to the song,

the song of the man of the moon.

I seek the song in my desire,

and I desire the song in my seeking.

It shall be sure forever as the moon’s return

faithful as the skies remain

that I sing the song of the bird,

the song of the man of the moon,

the one song

over and over and over.

And there are rumors of water.

It will not end up here.

 

 

Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart. ~Psalm 37:4 (NIV)

A random act of poetry for Tweetspeak Poetry.

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  1. S. Etole says

    October 6, 2011 at 4:51 pm

    I think you can legitimately call yourself a poet … a singer of songs.

    • Sandra says

      October 8, 2011 at 11:31 pm

      Awww, thanks, Susan. I did find this definition of a poet: a writer of poems (the term is usually reserved for writers of good poetry.) Now to know what is “good.” 😉

  2. Nancy says

    October 6, 2011 at 5:57 pm

    Sing your song, Sandra. Sing your song. And that cedar-scented sacred breeze? Missing it so.

    • Sandra says

      October 8, 2011 at 11:31 pm

      Me, too. Me, too.

  3. Patricia says

    October 6, 2011 at 6:00 pm

    Oh what a privilege to read this and know. Desire lines… I will never forget that. What a beautiful portrait you have painted with these words. Hugs.

    • Sandra says

      October 8, 2011 at 11:34 pm

      Desire lines and the winter trees going deeper. So grateful to have shared that time together.

  4. Megan Willome says

    October 6, 2011 at 6:14 pm

    OK, girl, you are officially a poet (if you weren’t before), but that poem seals the deal. I get every single one of those references because I was there with you.

    Sing on, friend.

    • Sandra says

      October 8, 2011 at 11:35 pm

      🙂 And I’m so glad you were.

  5. L.L. Barkat says

    October 6, 2011 at 7:07 pm

    I love the way we have twin words because we sat there in the same room! 🙂 I like your side of the twins better 🙂

    • Sandra says

      October 8, 2011 at 11:37 pm

      I still can’t believe we sat there in that same room. And I love your side better.

  6. Linda says

    October 6, 2011 at 8:48 pm

    You have captured all the special moments Sandy. This is wonderful. I’m still finding myself a bit dumbfounded by it all – trying to sort through it all and seal the things He was whispering into my heart. Thinking about the things we talked about and trying to find the center. Thank you so much for all the good conversation and laughter and love. It was such a special time.

    • Sandra says

      October 8, 2011 at 11:38 pm

      Me, too. Dumbfounded. It’s still like a dream. I’m still walking in a dream. Very. Special. Time.

  7. Ann Kroeker says

    October 6, 2011 at 9:15 pm

    This is you.

    • Sandra says

      October 8, 2011 at 11:39 pm

      Anybody have any tissue?

  8. Carol J. Garvin says

    October 6, 2011 at 11:38 pm

    “How did I end up here
    in cedar-scented sacred breeze
    benched above a liquid mirror
    where I share space with a black squirrel?”

    You are where you are meant to be, Sandra, and yes, I think you were intended to write this. Your words are always so expressive and meaningful.

    • Sandra says

      October 8, 2011 at 11:40 pm

      Thanks so much, Carol. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt His presence so intensely.

  9. Sharon O says

    October 7, 2011 at 12:11 am

    Beautiful words full of emotion.

    • Sandra says

      October 8, 2011 at 11:41 pm

      Thank you, Sharon.

  10. laura says

    October 7, 2011 at 9:17 am

    To write forever, to offer a prayer…

    Yes, that’s how it feels for me too, Sandy, this writing thing. Such beautiful word-play. *sigh*

    • Sandra says

      October 8, 2011 at 11:42 pm

      Sighing with you, Laura. And that place, it’s part of me now. I can’t wait to go back.

  11. Larry Drinnin says

    October 7, 2011 at 8:52 pm

    I found this entry to be absolutely beautiful. I popped over after reading Lyla’s current entry. The few times that I comment it reads sonny72562, long story behind that. Take care, and I shall have to stop in more often.

    • Sandra says

      October 8, 2011 at 11:45 pm

      You’re showing up as Larry here. 🙂 Welcome! I’m blessed by your presence. Your words encourage me. I’ll keep the coffee warm.

  12. imperfect prose says

    October 8, 2011 at 10:52 am

    I’ve plucked some word fruit from the white bowl…

    oh sandra. you and linda make me wish desperately i’d been there with you both, plucking word fruit from the white bowl…. so, so lovely. xo

    • Sandra says

      October 8, 2011 at 11:45 pm

      Next year, Emily? Next year? That would make me so happy.

  13. Cecilia Marie Pulliam says

    October 8, 2011 at 10:31 pm

    I love your poetry, Sandra. Always beautiful, touching and thought provoking.

    • Sandra says

      October 8, 2011 at 11:47 pm

      Thank you, Ceci. I still can’t believe I ended up in a poetry workshop–and yet it was so perfect–just what my soul needed.

  14. Cheryl Smith says

    October 10, 2011 at 8:17 am

    You are an inspiration!

  15. Monica Sharman says

    October 10, 2011 at 10:48 pm

    Reeeeeeeal nice. 🙂

  16. diana says

    October 17, 2011 at 3:32 pm

    Somehow I missed this one – came over from LL’s list today – oh my, so lovely. As always. Hope your tomorrow turns out to be a day of answers – and as always, more questions, too. Love and prayers.

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