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Friday, May 31, 2013

Poem: Chaff and Chatter

Chaff and Chatter

It’s an uneasy calm
knowing that walks
and scented flowers,
squirrels in scamper
and birds in song are
a way to soothe- but
nothing can replace
those porous bones-

Compel a rain stick
to produce a colorful chatter
before the turnaround.

The mind is porous, too.
How can you sieve the chaff
out of your brain, and leave
in place, unfettered,
productivity and love?

Sand sorters, with their
plastic screening, leave
behind the broken shells
and bits of twig and seaweed,
interesting to examine
and then discard. Perhaps
if you examine the bits of
broken memory, fragments
of stress, pebbles of fear, it
will be time to throw them
out. Discover what is new.

© 2013 Annie King

2 comments:

  1. I think my brain is much more defined by bits of twig and seaweed than anything resembling unfettered productivity. Unfettered anything, for that matter. :)

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  2. Hi Jarod,

    On the other hand, counter to my little poem, bits of twig and seaweed are what make us writers, all those things we can't let go... Yeah, and unfettered- it's not really possible, is it? Fettering can also serve to anchor us, rather than to hold us down. It all depends... :) ~ Annie

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