there is a field

i am dwelling within the spaces between the sounds of silence

you will not find me by looking there unless your eyes have ears

i am the sound of shattered shards of soul, cracked mirror of self

i am the sound of whispered leaves, falling onto soft dew lit grass

i am the sound of joy, resonating a soul song in your trembling chest

i am the eggshells that you dare not tread upon for fear of death’s kiss

i am the wound that howls in the dark night, keening my ancestral grief

i am puck, mischievous and playful, dark enchanter, spirit of fey, heyokah

i am the smile that is born in a moment of pure being, birthed Cheshire grin

i am witness, transcendental sky, holding open space for manifold weathers

i am a song given freely and with love that you may or may not hear this day

but sing my song i must for it is the unfolding of me, moment by moment

i am darkness of subterranean blue yearning for a drop of the light of day

demons are as equals with angels as we walk a thin line across the precipice

tumbling repeatedly through death’s door to rebirth and new learning

i am the four elements and subsequently of no consequence whatsoever

i am nothing save a collection of random words splayed across the page

crumple me and toss me aside, for there is nothing here to be lost at all

who is the writer here? am i a flute blown by the beloved? empty and filled

with holes that can, with the gentlest of breath, sound a lament for the me

that is not the song, but simply the instrument that can be played upon

do not look for me but listen deeply instead for the spaces between the notes

and it is there in Rumi’s meadow that i will await you my sweet sweet echo

 

Amaya is hosting at dVerse and calls up the spirit of Whitman to inspire us. Why not sing a song of your own with us tonight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

24 thoughts on “there is a field

  1. kim881 says:

    Wow, Paul! This is amazing. Being a drummer, starting with sound is so you, ‘dwelling within the spaces between the sounds of silence’. I love the lines:
    ‘i am the sound of shattered shards of soul, cracked mirror of self’;
    ‘i am the wound that howls in the dark night, keening my ancestral grief’
    and
    ‘i am a song given freely and with love that you may or may not hear this day’.
    I also enjoyed:
    ‘i am nothing save a collection of random words splayed across the page
    crumple me and toss me aside, for there is nothing here to be lost at all’.

  2. Linda Luna says:

    “i am dwelling within the spaces between the sounds of silence
    you will not find me by looking there unless your eyes have ears”
    Wow! Your opening lines grabbed me and pulled me in. Sublime poetry!

  3. Gospel Isosceles says:

    The title is the perfect setting for that flute to be played. The sway of the surrounding trees generate the air needed for the song. The song makes them dance. How you name yourself here shows it’s within, without. Very mystical and also true to Whitman.

  4. sanaarizvi says:

    Love this especially; “i am darkness of subterranean blue yearning for a drop of the light of day.” 💜

  5. Kerry says:

    Such a cool poem, Paul. So many facets of self to enjoy – my pick of the list:

    i am darkness of subterranean blue yearning for a drop of the light of day
    demons are as equals with angels as we walk a thin line across the precipice
    tumbling repeatedly through death’s door to rebirth and new learning

  6. Jim says:

    Thus was fun, Paul. There are sooo many sounds and sights we miss. I especially liked the line, “cracked mirror of self” as it reminded me of my cracked iPad screen. It, a hsnd-me-down from a granddaughter. Still works.
    Some of my “unheard, not seen” items get into my blog posts, but quite a few show with my writings on this Jim’s Little P&P Place.
    ..

  7. mother wintermoon says:

    Wonderfully intricate word work, Paul, full of potent imagery. Also an intstance of writers mind sync! I published my “About Me” on my blog in “I Am” form in July 2015. I’m only mentioning that, as I intend to use my “About Me/I Am” as my dVerse offering, given that it’s a perfect fit with the theme. Didn’t want you to think mine is a copycat poem. I tend to think of the Beatles Song, “I am a Walrus” when I read mine though, rather than Walt Whitman. 😊

  8. Lona Gynt says:

    It seems to me you have painted in words every sound that a drum can make from shattered shards to whispers and eggshells. So wonderful, and musical. As the music ascends, the personal recedes, and in the end we are left with only the dancing, but the dancing may be all there is anyway, it seems like almost “Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still.” Gives me lots to Rumi-nate over. Thank you, doing something like this… Is not easy.

  9. lillian says:

    So so much here….
    I most especially liked I am Puck…I am the smile that is born….and the eggshells I think are a wonderful visceral detail.
    Beautifully done and, to my mind, a wonderful example of a song of myself. Very much enjoyed this one, Paul!

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