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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

FreeVerse Wednesday!

Ah, yes. The FreeVerse link is no longer, but I still find myself musing over poetry on Wednesdays. I particularly loved Maya Stein's use of words in writing about the rescue of the Chilean miners, and how she tied the concept of rescue into our own economic bleakness. See if you agree!


rescue


Did you feel it too? How each miner, surfacing from that nether-deep,


carried you with him? How something inside of you, trapped too long


in the cramped dark, rose from that slow capsule and into the wide air? We weep


for the reunion, a man and his young son, his eager, frightened wife who's gone


these months walking the high wire of her grief. But there is another rescue


we dare to hope for, and it is not in another country where we don't speak


the language. No, it's closer to home, that self we've had a hand in burying, too.


We're praying for a breathing tube, a tunnel to siphon us from the bleak


passageway we keep retreading. And maybe a crowd’s not huddled near,


waiting for this liberation. But no matter. The time has come. Our moment's here.




~Maya Stein





I hope she's right.


2 comments:

Kelly said...

I feel the hope in this poem on many levels! Thanks for sharing it with us....it's wonderful!!

I miss FreeVerse, too.

Debby said...

I want to feel hope, but Tim just heard that he's probably going to get laid off soon.